Personal Narrative-My First Vietnam War

Framed

I was running, I don’t know where, but any where’s safe, anywhere but here. The wet mud under my feet made my brand new Nike Flex TR’s look as if I had had this pair of shoes forever. The cops were chasing me, I know why. I didn’t bomb the Remembrance day at the Memorial Gardens in Manhattan, I was framed. You’d think I’d tell them what happened, but police don’t respect terrorists.

The thing is, I was not the terrorist that planted the bomb, I helped him without knowing. Today was a special day, the day of Remembrance for the soldiers. The atmosphere was silent and sober as I came to the gardens. A man, with a scruffy beard, ripped tracksuits and a worn out checked shirt came up to me rapidly, asking me if I could put these flowers down. The ceremony began, the flower tributes began to flood in like Boxing Day gates had opened. As I walked away, a massive bang came from behind me. I looked up to see people in the sky. The hazel dark smoke wrapped itself around me, like a crocodile holding its prey and suffocating it. I fell to the ground for more oxygen as the dust particles went into my eyes then…. I was out cold

As I stood up, I lost all sense of balance and tumbled down to the stone cold cement. I was back on my feet after another attempt and all I could see was bodies skewered everywhere. I saw the police telling each other to check the security footage. Just after stepping out of a nightmare, two police officers began to shoot at me. I just took off. After running for what felt like a millennium, I found a rundown house that looked as if it hadn’t been occupied for some time and went inside to have a rest. After ten minutes, I was about to go outside when I felt a nudge on the back of my