Personal Narrative: Agent Orange
When I need to escape or to breath I like to visit the pond in my back yard. It is surrounded with tall grass up to my ankles and has a long rickety peer. When I was younger my grandfather would take me to the pond and we would sit there for hours and just connect with nature. My grandfather was a man of mystery he grew up without knowing his biological parents as he was adopted. When he was 18 he joined the Marines and was shipped off to Vietnam. While there he was in charge of the men and controlled the radio. During the end of the war he was sprayed with a chemical called agent orange. Agent orange was used to kill trees so that the other group couldn’t hide in the trees. Unfortunately, my grandfather ended up getting sprayed which would