Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

I looked around, I saw many of my friends. Friends I knew were going to fall today. Straight ahead of me were our opposing enemies, these people had caused so much destruction to our land, they took many of our families as we have with theirs. The only way to end this war now was to finish it.

I felt my adrenaline start to kick in as the commander began ordering men to proceed, my vision started to narrow in, like looking through a tunnel. My hearing also became numb, nothing was processing right, my body was shouting at me to leave but once everyone started to run forward I followed like a sheep.

Gunshots flew through the air, it felt like everything was in slow motion to me, I started to feel excitement flood my body, the rush of missing all these bullets made me feel alive, before I knew it I saw the uniforms of our enemies, I raised my gun, looking through my rear sight scope I locked onto on my first victim, he was a young fella, probably 21. I pulled the trigger. Once my gun made its roar I was exposed to everyone’s gunshots, people dropped like feathers, this suddenly became more real to me, I’ve killed more men than I could count, but I couldn’t stop. It was at this point kill or be killed, I didn’t want to die, I just wanted to do honour to my country.

But more like a bomb, metres away from me I saw the earth shatter along with people, my vision fogged up, dust was everywhere, my body was stunned from the explosions, loud screams started rumbling in my eardrums. I turned to what looked like our trench line, I began to stumble back, I could feel a limp latch onto my leg, nothing was more important to me than getting back, that was until I saw a woman, a woman fighting three of our enemies. I rushed over to her and shot the last remaining