Personal Narrative: Counter-Revolutionary Riot

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We were told we needed to stop a, “Counter- revolutionary riot.” I thought it was just going to be a few people that needed dealt with nothing major. Sitting in the back of the Kubelwagen Type 82 Truck was extremely uncomfortable it was like sitting on a bag of rocks. The rest of the people in my truck were hyped up the entire time as usual cheering and singing songs. Anytime I moved from the base it depressed me as if I was I was child and they had taken my blanket. As we continued driving, I managed to fall asleep and I must have slept for days. When I woke we were just outside the city. When we reached the very edge of the city we were stopped and surrounded by countless hordes of people. The truck rocked, swayed, and squeaked as the people smacked against the sides of the truck. Everybody was a blur as I began to panic as we were surrounded. But then I realized they weren't out to hurt us they just wanted their voices to be heard. I couldn’t understand a word that they were saying though because there so many different people yelling things. It all kind of just faded into one loud roar that wouldn’t die down. …show more content…

He explained after the death of Hu Yaobang he saw other people gathering in the square and even though he wasn’t fully understanding why they were there he felt as though he needed to be there. Me and him were kind of on the same page seeing the passion in the eyes of the people as I looked around I felt wrong going against their beliefs. They were all so young I actually pitied the fact that it had to come to this. The next day I said my goodbyes, as we were to retreat out of the city to nearby

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