Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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“The rumbling of the trucks was the first thing I heard in the morning.Then some shouting, but it was still muffled. Mama had ran to where I lay on the cot under the burlap blanket she had made. She started yelling, which she never does. Aus dem Bett aufstehen! she yelled repeatedly.Gehen zu verstecken! She grabbed my arm and pulled, but then the soldiers rushed in. I was so scared, I just froze. I froze while watching my mother being torn off of me and dragged out the door. Then, this soldier wrapped his arms around my bony waist and dragged me out of my bed like I was a feather. But he did it gently, he didn’t hurt me. On his uniform I noticed that Sergeant Jansen was neatly inscribed across his heart. He didn’t make eye contact with me once, …show more content…

I didn’t even get to say bye to Papa or Mama. Is that how you got here too?” The fragile-looking boy next to me whispered “Similar.” It looked as if he was afraid to speak. We sat in a room of only around 50 boys, all of them looking scared to death. I sat next to my best friend, Morris. We had been the closest of friends since we were four. We were always partnered together, no matter what. He was the brother I never had. He was also the bravest person I had even known..“Judah,” Morris whispered, “where are we?” I shrugged, half not knowing, half- shivering from the frigid winds blowing. When I was put on the truck this morning, the soldiers made me leave the blanket behind. All of sudden, four soldiers had marched into the small, wood structure where we sat on the dirt. Sergeant Jansen was one of them, but as soon as he saw me, he looked down and turned back around. He had looked into my eyes this time, and his eyes were very soft. They split the boys up. They grabbed about half of them and took them out of the room. I jumped up when one of them took hold of Morris’ wrist, but the other soldiers just pushed me back down to the ground. “Judah! Judah!” He yelled, over and over