American Narrative

Nobody moved, they knew there was a mad man with a sniper rifle roaming the camp, we kept our eyes peeled. 'Bang!' I looked over, and a prisoner fell to his knees, he got shot in the lungs, he was gasping for air, trying to scream, but nothing came out. He sat there with his mouth open, trying to scream, as blood flooded his shirt and chest. Eventually, he fell face forward, and he was dead. Now with 48 people, work was getting harder than it already was. We were sent to our cabins for the night. We surprisingly got to sleep in a little bit. Instead of waking up at 5:00 A.M, we woke up at 6:45 A.M. It was very pleasing. There was a mirror in the cabin, and my teeth were yellow and black, I needed a toothbrush, whoever would have thought that an …show more content…
I said to all of the prisoners "Hey! We are all free! We can live our own lives! Freely!" All of the prisoners yelled happily. Then a tank busted through the concrete wall, and we were all horrifyed, all of that happiness, was gone. I felt like I could just kill myself. But, it wasn’t a Nazi that walked out of the tank. It was an American! They had come to save us! They picked us up, and put some of us in trucks, and some of us in the tank. Before I got on, I remebered I had a lighter on my, so, I lit it, and torched our cabin, it felt great. We got back to a safe house, and we got our own toothbrush! We also got a buffet, we were fed our first full meal, in six years. “Can you pass the pepper please?” I asked. “Of course I can!” another prisoner replied. I had no family left, and nowhere to live. The americans providied us with our own houses, and I eventually found my true love, and had 3 kids. I will always remember the bad times I had. But I always try to push them past and I pay tons of attention to my kids and wife. I lived a happy life, and I am so grateful that I made it out alive. The only thing I want to remember, is the tattoo on my arm, is very