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A family portrait : January 26 1959 on the left is my dad Alexander Charge than its me Adam and right next to me is my little sister Allison. On the very far right is my beautiful mother Marilyn. This picture was back to my tenth birthday. We were a happy family. we were all full happiness and smiles. My dad works in an office and mom stayed at home to take care of me and my sister . Sadly this was the last birthday that my dad had spent with us . He died of a heart attack. it broke our family apart and its been hard without him. so since my dad wasn't around anymore my mom had to get a job and when she did we had to go to grandmas house. I hated the fact this happened because i barely even saw my mother. I carry this picture around everywhere i go. to feel at home.
April 23 1968 Nine years later... I'm finally 19 and my sister is finally 14. I'm able to help out more around the house as well as being able to take care of my sister . i have also been able to get a job now that i old enough. oi work at a grocery store. I'm looking forward to going to college in couple of months. things have been going well with my family. My sister is in the 8th grade . shes very bright for her age. Now my mom is 35. shes still working and shes doing well at her job. I'm just proud of my mom being a single parent and all.
later on that same day i decided that i wanted to take part in the Vietnam war. i had seond thoughts on it but i know that i want to do it for sure. i may sound crazy but i really want to help the vietnames . there are in need of help. i know they need lots of soldiers so i have to do this. So i signed up for the war and found out that im gonna have to leave in a couple of days which i find too soon. i couldnt argue about it. later on that i day i had to tell my mother and my little sister.
I president Nixon is going to get the U.S out of the war. I will drop down the amount of troops. so soon enough all of the soldiers will be returning home
They didn't take it to well and wished i told something before i made my decision. i told her that everything is going to be alright. after a couple of weeks it was my time to go. my mom and sister couldn't bare the fact that i had to leave. so i went to Vietnam and there was thousands of men their at the training . these were going to be the men i was going to fight with . the ones that i have to be friends and probably feel as we are all brothers. training was hard but i know for sure I'm ready for it. my family would be proud if they could just see me now .
As the time went by there was so many things that i couldn't unseen. they are just stuck to my memory. i saw man of my men die. i saw one where he s arm got blown off. gosh that was a terrible sight. there were parts of the war where i felt good about my self as well as my fellow troops. we saved some of the Vietnamese from getting hurt. i even went to gave save one of y friends who was already wounded and before he could get blown up i risked my life to save him and bring him back t safety. i know for sure i was going to get a bronze star medal for that.I even got wounded while being in the war. The enemy had a shot me and gladly it wasn't too bad. Ha guess there goes another medal know me being in the war is something i would never regret. it has made me courageous, brave and such a strong minded man.
It was the year 1970 where we and heard president Nixon talk about getting the us out of the war. we started getting excited.He was talking about slowly taking out the soldiers from the war. I knew this was happy news because I'll be coming home soon to my mother and sister.With all that fighting and attacks had caused much chaos for my men and i as well. we never gave up even though some of us lost hope on winning the war.I ended up going back home a few months later.
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