Personal Narrative: Why I Join The Army

Why did I join the Army? I thought it was a good place to start off with... But I was wrong… I’m a squad leader at the age of 19. I came into the war with 8 other men. Specialist William Gillespie, 1st Sergeant Ben Sylvia, Platoon Sergeant Thomas Peters, Captain John Mitchell, General Jake English, Sergeant First Class Noah White, Command Sergeant Major Lucas Gills, and Lieutenant Johnas Freeman are the men in my group. I can barely remember anything of what happened just a few seconds ago. All I remember was that Specialist Gillespie was showing me a picture of his wife and kids, and the next thing I knew, there was a big boom. Now that I think about it.. The ‘big boom’ was a bomb, set off by Vietnam.

“What was I doing?”, I asked myself. Oh,

I shook my head at the thought, as soon as Sylvia came in to talk to me. “It should have been me, Sylvia. He has a wife and kids, while I have nothing.”, I had spilled out to him. Sylvia reassured me, saying, “Tex, God must have wanted Specialist Gillespie to be with him, that’s why he left us. It’s not your fault, and don’t ever say that.” I nod. “You’re right.”, I said. He got up and left, and my shin started to hurt again. It was the burning kind of feeling, just like before. I couldn’t ignore the feeling anymore, so I rolled up my pants and there was a gash in my shin. “Sergeant Sylvia?” I yelled, but not too loud, with a concerned voice. Sylvia came in with a smile on his face, and asked, “What’s u--”, He stopped talking when he saw the gash in my leg, and that big smile turned to a frown, like the kind of frown you would have when you lost a loved one. “Did you do that to yourself?!”, Sylvia asks, concern in his voice. I shook my head real fast when he said that. I could never do that to myself. “No, I think it must have been from the explosion.”, I said. I look over to the gash in my leg, then back at Sylvia. “Well, let’s patch you up.”, He