Epic Vietnam Story.
The smell of napalm blew in the wind, whistling past my nose. We strode over the deceased like they weren’t even there. Blood ran into the drains like the river of a once over populated city now lay in ruins. Platoons of troops, shaking the ground with their war march. Dressed in an identical uniform, camouflaged to the environment. Impossible to see against the ant infested tall trees of Vietnam. The soldiers immersing like ghostly shadows from gloomy woodland.
The Monster known as the United States of America tore its way thought Vietnam. Everything in its wake…destroyed. They only left debris. A rebel contaminated town, the dirty rebel scum they don’t wash. So impure. Soldiers slowly creept, hiding disguised in the shadows. A few clicks north of the town, the unstoppable armies of the USA powering through like a raging bull. As night dawned the USA stormed the rebel town. Nothing survived. No life. Men. Women. Children. Mortally wounded. Their huts burnt to cinders.
Even the ambushes couldn’t stop them. Everything failed. Tanks rolled over the colossal mountains, many a men strayed homeless. No job or family Obliterated by the USA. Once a great civilization Annihilated. Push aside by the overpowering USA. The beaches turned from yellow to red. Cold Innocent Splattered blood covered the sea defences.
Men slaughtered were they stood. The power of the armies could split the dimensions of life, Bombardment of critical mass yet the Vietnamese people failed. Nowhere to go backed against the wall of creation. Souls of the menacing, taking life away from many of the free spirits of the distraught rebel citizens.
The American’s bored of the hunt and started to tire, the rebels rallied American domestic activist. The Americans killing there own flesh and blood fathers vs sons. Willing to die for what they believe in. President Nixon gave a public speech; ‘We fight for liberty. For independence. For freedom.
This is why we must stop this war, killing our own people. This…this
Insane attitude many American citizens have is sending us down the road of defeat. And that, citizens of America is why I pulling all the troops out of Vietnam.”
“I can’t believe it going home to my new born baby boy, my beautiful wife, sleeping in the bed my body has been acing for, what is that in the distance a giant shining white light in the overwhelming darkness.”
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