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Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War
Chapter One I woke up in a cold sweat last night. It felt like I had been running a marathon that would never end. My body was hot and cold all at the same time. My muscles shook as I sat up in my bed trying to calm my racing heart. The same dream haunts my mind every night. I’m standing in the middle of a war and people are just dying all around me there bodies falling to my feet as they take their last breath “dramatic I know but unbelievably realistic”.

In my dream, I have this intense feeling that this war is somehow my fault. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, the whole “out of sight out of mind” theory it just doesn’t seem to work for me. The dream just keeps coming back every single night like clockwork it’s like
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