Personal Narrative: Agent Orange

When I need to escape or to breath I like to visit the pond in my back yard. It is surrounded with tall grass up to my ankles and has a long rickety peer. When I was younger my grandfather would take me to the pond and we would sit there for hours and just connect with nature. My grandfather was a man of mystery he grew up without knowing his biological parents as he was adopted. When he was 18 he joined the Marines and was shipped off to Vietnam. While there he was in charge of the men and controlled the radio. During the end of the war he was sprayed with a chemical called agent orange. Agent orange was used to kill trees so that the other group couldn’t hide in the trees. Unfortunately, my grandfather ended up getting sprayed which would
later result in a lot of health problems. After the war my grandfather was emotional and physically scarred. A couple of years after he got back he met my grandma who was recently divorced with two kids. They met and fell in love and it was great they were my models of how a relationship should be growing up.
My grandfather would often have horrible flashbacks of Vietnam where he would wake up screaming. It got to the point that my grandparents had to sleep in separate rooms because he would get violent. One night he threw there Yorkshire terrier across the room in his sleep. His health wasn’t very great in the last few years the agent orange really taking a toll on his body. It was causing his kidneys to shut down and he was soon put on dialysis. They later moved out to Colorado and I lost track of them. My grandma in 2009 died of a brain aneurysm and 3 years later my grandpa followed. I would like to think that they are up there having a great time and watching over me.