Personal Narrative Essay: Missiles In My Life

Missiles could be seen in the distance exploding villages nearby, shots were fired followed by screams of terror and pain. Villages were found in pieces, and the dead left lying on the muddied, dirt ground. Survivors running for their life in tattered and soiled clothes. Nights were spent in the cold, without food, the fear of being killed, and no place that one can call safe. It was in the year of 1975, when the Khmer Rouge had finally taken over Cambodia. My dad, Voeun, was the third oldest out of six children in his family. By the time the Khmer Rouge had finally begun their control over Cambodia, he had lost two siblings, leaving just the four of them in 1975. The oldest out of the four, was his sister Channy, then came him, followed by his two younger brothers, Vorn and Vey. During that time, Channy was ten, my dad was seven, Vorn was five, and Vey, four. They lived in a village near the city of Krong Battambang in Cambodia when they saw, for the first time, a missile plummeting down, bombing the area that was just merely a quarter mile away. My dad and Channy were cooking rice in the only pot they had as the younger siblings slept. The village they lived in was quite small and neighbored another village nearby. It was pure dirt beneath their feet, and their home was small, yet comforting. My dad continued to stare at the now boiling pot …show more content…
Bushes hid his view, but there was something eerie about the area. Now alert, he dropped, fearing for soldiers. He army crawled towards towards the sound of the water on the rough, dry ground. Long-leafed plants blocked the way, forcing him to part them. A rancid smell hit him, which filled his lungs. The smell caused him to throw up the little food that they had eaten the day before on the ground next to his feet. After he finally recovered, he stood up, wanting to see where the smell came from which was being obscured from his view by the many