Personal Narrative: My First World War

World War 1: Remembering the War to End All Wars

It was an extremely cold day in the city of Hoboken New Jersey. It was a good day; a day I will never forget. It is very special to many people around the world, because now, we will never have another war in the history of America. World War one was extremely hard for most of America. Today though, we had gotten news on the local news station that I will never forget.

I remember the day as clear as night. I was sitting on the couch, eating potato chips and a glass of ice cold water. I was sitting on with my dad, who had his prosthetic leg resting on a pillow, on top of the chair otomine (Amputee) . We were watching the news, while my father told me about his experience in the military.

The mass was beautiful, with many patriotic songs, and the priest talked for an hour about how excited he was that the war was over. That night, me and my cousins played in my big back yard, getting eaten alive my fire ants and obnoxious mosquitos. My mother hollered to me and my cousins to come in to eat, and almost every type of food was on the table. There was stuffing, and glazed turkey, and the creaminess of mashed potatoes, and warm corn bread that came out of the toasted within seconds. We all sat down, said our prayers, and started eating. Everyone was finally happy. There was no more war stress, and all of my uncles and grown cousins were starting to already get their jobs back. The economy was starting to get back up again, and it had only been a few days since the war ended .(Affects) Later that night, I went to my room, and fell asleep, thinking of my astonished

The aroma of the chocolate chip waffles made me so happy, I ran over to her and gave her a big squeeze. ¨Be careful child! I don't want to spill this batter all over you. Go sit your little behind at the table, i´m fixin’ you up a nice, warm breakfast.¨ declared my mother. I sat down at the beat up dining room table, and asked my mom where my dad is. She said that he was at the police station, trying to find a new job. My dad has always wanted to be a cop for as long as I can remember, but with his prosthetic leg, he might not get accepted. Since the war has ended, there has been an outbreak of crime in my community, and there is little to no cops to help fix the issue. Plus, almost the entire economy was trying to rebuild itself, so it was very hard to earn money and establish things like they were before the war. (Hodges) Almost all of my state had served in the war, and about half of the men that came back were wounded, including my father. My mother told me that it was going to take a lot to rebuild what we had, so she told me something that I thought was the bravest things she has ever done. ¨Sweetheart, there is something i need to tell you, but you might not enjoy what I am about to say….. I'm getting a job (Striking). Now it's not far away, it's about two blocks away from our house at the