Personal Narrative-My First Vietnam War

The bloody plane was shot down…I was sleeping dreaming about a concoction of fish and chips and my home before the war. I lived on a farm, and I had my own horse…I miss him. My dad taught me how to ride when I was four; riding would provide me relief from school and farming. Anyways, I then I awoke to a storm of fire. The plane was literally sliced in two. I think the beastly enemy shot us down. Even though they shot us clean out of the sky, I wish to thank them and show some British manners to them because this island is beautiful. It has fruit, and the sights are more beautiful than anything back home. There are even pigs on the island that we could eat. Sadly, I thought myself alone until a booming noise thundered through the jungle. I was scared; I thought it was an earthquake, although I have never experienced one before.
I eventually broke through the jungle onto a beach to find myself among other kids and kiddies some of which I recognized. We made our way towards the source of the booming noise, a boy who was well built like a boxer or wrestler. The boy carried himself in a stately fashion. Perhaps, the object he was carrying, which was the source of the noise, made him seem adult-like. All of a sudden a blob of black appeared at a great distance moving towards us, and slowly, the blob formed into a brood of choirboys. The leader, named Jack, commanded his group to stand still until one of the boys became knackered and collapsed. It was here where Jack allowed them the clemency to sit on their bums. Following this, we voted on who should be our leader, like Winston Churchill. Most of the other boys and I voted for Ralph, while all the choirboys voted for Jack. Ralph ended up getting voted as our