Personal Narrative Essay: The First Vietnam War

The date is August 22, 1791. Today is the day when we, the Haitian slaves, plan on massacring the French troops who will be arriving on the beach of Saint- Domingue. My father Ricardo and his army are sitting in a circle discussing strategies. He picks up a stick, draws a line in the sand and points at the right side of the line. ¨This is the sea where the French will come in from.¨ He then points to the side left of the line. ¨This is where we will stand and fight our battle.¨ The other men nod in understanding. Ricardo continues, ¨Men! This is a battle we need to win. You all want independence from the monsters. Don't you?!¨ The men hoorah and pump their fists into the air. In the distance, a young boy sprints towards us, his face wet with sweat. ¨Sir,¨ he stops

We should keep at least one prisoner so we can get some information out of them.¨ ¨My dearest son! Do you think any of these Polish troops will know of the French troops´ plans? I think not. They're merely just pawns for the French while Napoleon goes on fighting wars he considers to be more important. Proceed to burn the building down!¨ The plantation building turns red from the flames and then to ashes. ¨Victory, my men! Let us celebrate with the rest of the village! Come now. Follow me back home.¨
The Haitian army raise their spears and chant, ¨Hoorah! Hoorah!¨ We return back to our village where we share the good news to the rest of our families. Instead of partying with Father´s men I decide to stroll along the beach for a quick breath of fresh air. The wind blows giving my arms cold pinches. I quickly throw on a blanket and hug myself tight. I realize how lonely I am and how useless I am to Ricardo´s army. As much as I want to fight these wars beside my father, I agree with Father´s words. I must stay out of war so that I will continue living even after my father is gone to his graves. To freedom, Father´s words echo in my mind. Yes. To