Personal Narrative-My First Vietnam War

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(-- removed HTML --) Today when I woke, I was expecting my son to be asleep. That wasn't the case. Today was his first race. Now here we were, at the track, race about to start, everyone was lined up ready to run. *bang* The starting gun went off. Like a bolt of lightning, everything came flashing back to me. There I was, back in Somalia, picking vegetables *bang loud as a Tu-95 Bear fighter jet* I quickly drop down, scared, ears ringing like a bell. I feel something wizz past me, my hair flying back, my body tenses up. “WHAT WAS THAT!!!” I yell. *silence* I turn around to see my wife on the ground. I run over to her. “Honey…” I say *no reply* I roll her over only to find that she is now lifeless, body limp. I …show more content…

I tense up, I throw my hands up, screaming for Waaq. *footsteps* I hear footsteps all around me, I start trembling and crying. “Please don’t hurt me.” I plead with the people. (-- removed HTML --) *soldier 1 speaks* “civilian don’t fire” he commands at the two other soldiers. *soldier two speaks* “Sir are you wounded??” He asks me. “I… I don’t think so,” I reply. *communication line* “Uhh Sgt. Rockoff, there is a group of non-friendly's 12 o'clock about 3 klicks out, over.” *soldier 1 speaks* “Pvt. Shields check on that.” *soldier 2 speaks* “Sir yes sir.” *10 suppressed gunshots* “Sir, all targets have been neutralized.” *soldier 1 speaks* “Sir, you need to come with us.” I don’t question it, …show more content…

20 other people from my village are in it. Amiin asks me where my wife Nadifa is, I don't reply, I just look down in silence. People are crying around me, even our village elder. Nadifa was the biggest help in the village if someone doesn't have crops to eat, she would help them by giving them money to buy more. As I sit down it all comes to me in a bright flash, as bright as a bolt of lightning, she is gone, my light, my soul. It is all gone. We start moving, while we are moving people continue to cry, me I just sit there, not knowing what to do. All of a sudden, the village elder speaks to us. “Even though we are being taken away, we can hope that we are being taken to a better place,” Mahad said. We all sat there in silence, since the village elder rarely ever talked. *3 and ½ hours pass* The vehicle comes to a stop, the soldier named Sgt. Rockoff walks to the back of the vehicle and says “Alright everybody out, you're here until you can get back on your feet.” We all get out, I see tents for miles and miles. I am escorted by a new soldier to my tent. As I get into my tent I hear a person behind me. *strange voice speaks* “I knew we would be reunited.” I turn around to see my mother. “I never

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