Narrative Essay On Vietcong

They had been coming through the village routinely looking for the Vietcong. They were cruel and would have killed to find their hideouts. I would never give up my own country for an American scum. They can search all they want but they will never find them. No one here is willing to help them. We were fine until they came from the skies and the seas with their guns and tanks to take away our liberty. We fear going outside in fear that we may be shot by the Americans for hiding Vietcong and NVA. Since, food is something many can no longer afford or grow as the fields are stricken with American land bombs.
Now the skies roars as hundreds of flying ships pass overhead setting the forests alight and turning the ground into a barren wasteland. The ground around smokes and is littered with creators from the bombs of Americans. Pellets and shells rain down as the sky men shoot blindly into the jungle at the ghosts of the Vietcong.
One day the vast fields that had made up our growing lands had now become their landing fields and army bases. It all happened at once, one minute they skies were clear and work continued as normal is when a war is waging. The next, the sky began to roar and the American flying ships began to descend on
These people care nothing for the great lands of this country or the civilians that inhabit it. Destroying our homes, crops and lively hoods as well as killing our friends and neighbours. The network of tunnels we built for our soldiers are no being used to house the homeless families who have had everything taken by the Americans and are now left with nothing. They have also turned my 17 year old into the fighter I swore I would never let him become, not after what happened to his