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Personal Narrative-America's Gift To My Generation

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America 's Gift to My Generation My neighbor served as a mechanic in the army branch during the Vietnam War. He was drafted in at age twenty, leaving his girlfriend who was soon to be his wife, until he was drafted in 1968. He went all over the world to places like Vietnam, Australia, Mexico, Japan, and a few other places too. Thankfully, he was never severely injured in any way except, the time when his can opener dangling from his chain around his neck poked him. He gave me a new understanding towards veterans and what they stand for. I just thought when you went into the army for a few years then come back and everything would be relatively the same when you get back, but I was very wrong. His life changed right when he left and a lot after

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