Personal Narrative Essay: The War In Vietnam

The year was June 23rd, 1968. It was wet, mucky, and the air was filled with a thick sweat that seemed to never dissipate. We were in the middle of thick, green, tropical jungle in Saigon, Vietnam. Me and my friend Carlton were in a platoon of 6 other men. We were sitting there smoking our cigarettes and telling old stories of the good old days when were back in America. We were sitting on a hill looking down for any trouble and disturbances in the thick, green, leafy brush. Everyone was telling stories. One of the men that we had nick named Georgia was telling us about how his mother used to make him the most delicious rhubarb pie with a small dish of vanilla ice cream off to the side that she had picked up from a small family run corner store that was just down the road. While in the midst of telling us this we heard a

I went to light a cigarette and my hands were shaking so bad to the point to where it took several flicks of the lighter before the flame stayed lit. The rumbling became more loud and a roar filled the sky. It was gone as quickly as it had come. Soon after I heard the sounds of guns cocking as my men made sure their weapons were loaded and ready for battle. We looked down as we saw trees being knocked down as another roar filled the sky. As the trees were being knocked over we saw through the clearing the raging fires that had engulfed the V.C. base. As the trees being knocked down moved closer we finally got a look at what we were dealing with. It was the biggest creature I had ever seen in my entire life. It dinosaurs. I couldn’t believe it. Out of everything it could have been it had to be dinosaurs. I am absolutely terrified. I am so afraid of dinosaurs ever since they caused the death of my parents. My parent were heading out of an opera when they were robbed and shot by a crazy, homeless, drug addicted dinosaur. He took all their money, clothes, and even some of their hair for god knows