Personal Narrative: The War On Afghanistan

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The last thing I remember was a group of people yelling at me then all of a sudden the lights switch off. I don’t know who those people are, why they were screaming and the most important question of all, is why I keep having dreams of that moment. I am afraid to sleep, afraid to have to go through that experience every night. My wife and kids have heard me scream uncontrollably then waking up filled with sweat. I don’t want my family to suffer with me so I have been to numerous doctors and psychologists to try to help me deal with this ordeal. They’re all reported that something has happened to me in some point of my life that has affected me greatly and it is holding me back.
So when I was 25, America officially declared war on Afghanistan and they announced the mission to kill Osama Bin Laden after the September 11 attacks. The U.S government ordered all males below the age of 30 to join the army. I was deeply saddened that I had to leave my family all behind and join the military. Took many days to finally go to sleep without shedding any tears. Before getting deported to Afghanistan, we had to train at the
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We already had a home base set up for us. We were then split up and headed for our assigned villages to seize. There wasn’t any Afghans soldiers for firing at us throughout our whole mission. It felt as though Afghanistan had no clue that they were in a war and we were just invading without any resistance put against us. As the Captain stated before, we were instructed to kill all in Afghanistan. Since we’re the good people, we did what we were ordered to do. All the villagers were just innocent people but my mental state changed, I had been brainwashed into thinking they were all terrorists. After destroying countless villages in “search of Osama Bin Laden” I still had no sympathy for any of the lives I took, I honestly felt I was doing a good thing by eliminating these

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