Personal Narrative Essay: Death Of A Military Soldier

Military strategist Napoleon Bonaparte equips, “A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of colored ribbon” (Brainy quote). It was a sunny day with beautiful white specks glistening as they fell down to the ground and attached together into large clumps. The houses were filled with sparkling red and green lights and decorative yard figures. Traffic rushed from place to place for their last minute Christmas gifts as others were getting ready for their family photos. As everyone is planning to be with their families, others are not as lucky. Soldiers are unable to be with their families at some of the most important times: birth of a child, Christmas Day, wedding anniversary. Many people love our soldiers because they sacrifice more than
My heart raced and all my adrenaline sped through my veins and my smile went from ear to ear. I started to run while everything around me felt like it was going in slow motion. As I finally reached my stopping point and jumped up so swiftly that I felt like I was flying as I was caught and gripped tightly. My face began to get warm as tears of happiness flew down my cheeks. When I looked up after being released from the tight grasp I just stopped there in shock smiling. There standing in front of me was my hero, my hopes and prayers that had all come true, my uncle Troy came home. People all around us cheered loudly bringing me back to reality and giving me time to look around. There were news crews there recording it all and flashing pictures of the occurring moment. Not only did I witness what was my Christmas miracle, so did everyone else that was there and watched it on the news. My picture that is now cherished holds my soldier who sacrificed himself for our freedom, who I prayed and hoped for and who I love with all my heart popped up behind Santa Clause’s chair. He was and always will be my Christmas