Telling a True War Story Assignment
Vietnam was a place like no other. It was swarmed with presence of stories, some strange, some nefarious, and some just utterly incredible. But for those who think like me, Vietnam, even in its times of horror and imperfections, can really bring out the very true nature in someone. Like the way someone stands upon his feet after numerous bumps and blows, like the grit that one shows after driven against the wall — the true character of one person is dictated and influenced by his or her environment and how he or she chooses to deal with it. It does not depend on how he or she appears to look like at first. If a person’s character is easily discernable, don’t believe it because it is lie.
This is true. I had a boyfriend ever since my grammar school years up until the time I arrived to Vietnam. His name was Mark Fossie, but he was simply known as Fossie. We were high school sweethearts, yes, but aren’t relationships like those common nowadays? Anyways, he fought in the Vietnam War. One day, he decided to invite me to the camp in which he was situated in, alongside the other soldiers from his platoon. I arrived there by a helicopter with the daily shipment of supplies for the soldiers. I was instantaneously referred to as the innocent blond with “white culottes and this s*xy pink sweater.” And yes it is true; Fossie guiding me around Vietnam all the time by the arm. But as time goes on, I slowly become curious about the war and how I carried myself. I become adapted to life in Vietnam by eating with my hands. I become less concerned about my appearance. My voice becomes lower, my body becomes firmer, and my eyes become colder. It is not until now that I am becoming less of a s*x object to the soldiers. I remember myself saying during one night in Vietnam that “I can feel my blood moving, my skin and my fingernails, everything, it’s like I’m full of electricity and I’m glowing in the dark — I’m fire almost — I’m burning away into nothing, but it doesn’t matter because I know exactly who I am.” After that moment, I am not longer that girl next door in “white culottes and this s*xy pink sweater.” I proved that women can overcome the identity of a s*x symbol. Being a female did not obligate me to dress the way people in Alpha Company wanted me to. I realized that I live according to my own standards, not according to the ones placed by society. Subsequently, I became part of Vietnamese culture rather than a tool of those dumb people in Alpha Company . So what came about me to leave Alpha Company , where am I right now, and how am I writing this story?
It’s funny that you asked those questions. Before I answer them, it’s important for you to understand that I went from girlfriend and lover to warrior. This is the truth and nothing but the truth. I used to be Fossie’s love, but I realized that my true love is for Vietnam. And besides, Fossie needed me more than I needed him. Now going back to those questions, I left the platoon to, like I said before, find my true love for Vietnam and to also find my inner animal. I noticed that the weight of civilization was too overwhelming for me. I am currently living in the Vietnamese wilderness. I am writing this story through the blood of the endemic Saola species as a substitute for ink. I taught myself how to survive by eating various plants I come across and some animals that are worth hunting. One of the only animals that I don’t hunt is a grey-shanked douc langur, which is strictly native to the provinces of Quang Ngai and Quang Nam. It is basically a monkey that has lots of hair! I figured that if Fossie and the rest of the boys from that squad only accept me for my beauty, then I should just spend more time with the one that is truly beautiful; Mother Nature. I...
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