Telling a true war story

Christian Peters 02/04/14 Telling a True War Story Assignment Vietnam was a place like no other. It was swarmed with presence of stories, some strange, some nefarious, and some just utterly incredible. But for those who think like me, Vietnam, even in its times of horror and imperfections, can really bring out the very true nature in someone. Like the way someone stands upon his feet after numerous bumps and blows, like the grit that one shows after driven against the wall — the true character of one person is dictated and influenced by his or her environment and how he or she chooses to deal with it. It does not depend on how he or she appears to look like at first. If a person’s character is easily discernable, don’t believe it because it is lie. This is true. I had a boyfriend ever since my grammar school years up until the time I arrived to Vietnam. His name was Mark Fossie, but he was simply known as Fossie. We were high school sweethearts, yes, but aren’t relationships like those common nowadays? Anyways, he fought in the Vietnam War. One day, he decided to invite me to the camp in which he was situated in, alongside the other soldiers from his platoon. I arrived there by a helicopter with the daily shipment of supplies for the soldiers. I was instantaneously referred to as the innocent blond with “white culottes and this s*xy pink sweater.” And yes it is true; Fossie guiding me around Vietnam all the time by the arm. But as time goes on, I slowly become curious about the war and how I carried myself. I become adapted to life in Vietnam by eating with my hands. I become less concerned about my appearance. My voice becomes lower, my body becomes firmer, and my eyes become colder. It is not until now that I am becoming less of a s*x object to the soldiers. I remember myself saying during one night in Vietnam