Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

I was a coward who spent most of my time in a dark cave reminiscing on my failure as a friend. As dark as the cave was, so was my mind. There were so many things I was afraid to shine a light on, but one needed to be remembered.
There was this man I liked so much that I couldn't help waving his thoughts out of my mind. Kevin Bigger, dark, tall, and agile with a rectangular face structure; he was ready to serve. He made me a promise to protect me, knowing me for a weak soldier who couldn't even hold a gun properly not to talk of squeezing the trigger. And he also made me promise to take his tags home in case he couldn't make it out alive. I counted on his words and we made so many successful missions for our country. But all that didn't work

I felt it needed to pay a visit to Kevin's Ma. I need to tell her what happened to her son though she might have known since the war was over and soldiers had returned to their families.
As I rapped on the door, it opened from within to reveal a dark old lady of African-American decent. Her unkempt hair had almost turned grey and I adjudged she should be in her early sixties. Then, she stared her sunken brown eyes at me as if to decipher the bad tidings I have come bearing.
"Soldier," her voice was thin and frail.
I saw her eyes catch the camo trousers I had on. Definitely, that was how she knew who I might be.
"Yes. I'm a friend of Kevin."
The lady looked into my eyes and could read the disappointment they held. Then tears streamed down her angular cheekbone. I guess she knew her son didn't make it. I tried to hold her but she fought free, dropping on the floor in a reeling motion.
"I'm sorry." was all I could say.
Later when she was calm, I led her back into the house where she relaxed on the recliner.
"What is your name? Perhaps you know Carter."
Carter? That was my name. I couldn't believe Kevin mentioned me to his