Personal Narrative: Death Of A Vietnam Soldier
Blending as one leaves the feeling of hiding inside the coal dark stone. “I’m stone. I’m flesh.” (line 5) I am as strong as the granite I am viewing but I am still just a man; flesh, blood and bone. My wounds will weep even as I try to hold back my sorrow. The sharp replication of my soul is slanted between the dark evils of war and the light of today where I am still within the battle. I have two paths, two choices, stay with the darkness of the stone or turn away and free myself from the battle inside. It is up to me to act, to make the variance.
My own identity could have easily been listed on the overabundance of names listed, on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial wall. “I see the booby trap’s white flash.” (line 18) The observation of Andrew
My own identity could have easily been listed on the overabundance of names listed, on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial wall. “I see the booby trap’s white flash.” (line 18) The observation of Andrew