Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

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Bang! The sound of metal on metal bounces through my head as I fend off the skeleton. Somersaulting through his legs, I slice him in two. Victory! I begin to cheer, but an earthquake shakes the ground beneath me. My mom gently shakes me to wake me from my slumber. Today's the day. We leave for Iowa in half an hour. My room was dark with a sense of gloominess. Mentally preparing myself for six hours of boredom, then three days of fun, I stretched my tired muscles out. I wish I was mistaken. Groggily, I made my way out of bed.
Getting everyone into the car was a struggle. Everyone was tired and uncooperative. I almost fell asleep in the shower, then I heard my mother yelling at my siblings to hurry up. I quickened my pace. With this newly acquired
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We used to play I spy and pass the time together before technology became prominent in our lives. A pair of earbuds were in everyone's ears. Over the music I was listening to, I could hear my brother and sister fighting. I was stuck in the back seat with them. Suddenly, an all-out shoving war broke out. I tried to recoil to my side. My mom stopped the fight quickly, and I went back to my music. Taking a pillow from the back, I drifted off to a music induced sleep.

I woke up naturally to what I learned was Iowa. There was an odd silence in the car. Everyone was staring in awe at the grandeur of the buildings around them. Personally, I was enthralled by the majesty of the lake. I could hardly see the other side on the horizon. The sunset reflected its stunning rays off the surface. Seagulls screeched high above the lake. It looked like something out of a story book. We drove up to the hotel we were staying at. It had a beautiful view of the lake. My dad dropped my mom off to check us in and went to find a spot to park.
As I got out of the car, I stretched and my legs wobbled from six hours in a cramped car. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the bright sun. I looked up at the hotel and started to believe it may have been worth the long hours of boredom. Nah. I wish I could have dreamed through the whole

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