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Personal Narrative: My Experience In Vietnam

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It's been five months since I first arrived in Vietnam. I just got back from the hardest mission I have ever completed. It was 27 days of striding through knee deep mud that had an unbearable smell, I couldn’t even describe it. I was carrying around a 38 kilogram bag for tens of kilometres at a time. Imagine walking to the point where you can feel nothing in your legs, you feel like you're going to collapse every step you take. Your life becomes a routine, you just rinse and repeat the same thing every day for 27 days. The nights were cold and damp, I would shiver myself to sleep on the odd occasion that I could get any. When I first arrived in this dreaded place I came with my best friend Ronnie. I have so many good memories with him back

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