Personal Narrative: My First Vietnam War

When I woke up, I still had that guilty feeling in my stomach. Oh well, how could I fix what I did anyways? While I was thinking about my problem, Cush came by and told me it was time to get my mules ready, so we could deliver supplies to the Yankees. Later on, we got ordered to form into a wagon train and we soon started our journey. After traveling for some time, we arrived at a warehouse, where we had to pick up our supplies. Cush and I had the duty of carrying the kegs of powder, which was the worst thing you could carry. Anyways, we started to load the kegs of powder into our wagon. Because hauling the kegs of powder into the wagon tired me out, I sneaked into the back of the warehouse, where the temperature was cool. I looked around and spotted a pile of Yankee clothes in front of me. …show more content…
While I sat there, a plan began to form in my head. If I dressed up like a Union soldier, I might be able to sneak off without being noticed. I quickly changed into the Union’s uniform. When I went back outside, Cush couldn’t even recognize me in the uniform. By the time he finally recognized me, Cush told me to immediately change back to my original clothes because Captain Bartlett would see me as a spy for sure. The idea seemed brilliant at first, but now it seems stupid. As I walked to where I last saw my clothes, I scolded myself for being so stupid. When I arrived at the place where I last set them, I looked for my clothes, but I couldn’t find