Personal Narrative-Vietnam War

I saw him laying there. A loving, free soul now dead. The grass once the only remembrance of nature, now a painting of red. There were a thousand mirrors, each with a different person reflecting the same expression of horror, embedded in a brown blanket of buildings. This was not a battlefield, it was merely a repercussion of the Vietnam War. The drafting of soldiers was only a waste of our country’s youth, and it has led to the death of many. The patch of green, the bulls eye of the campus was now surrounded with a swarm of green and brown; the cunning antagonist of Kent State. ~Two Weeks Ago~ I sat there in the grass staring at the pictures in the sky. The response from the drafting has not had a great impact on my fellow peers, but the peace that once sprung throughout the campus, has started to alter into a
She snapped her head around as she saw me, and her brown eyes mesmerized me. I couldn’t think straight, but I knew I liked this girl. Within seconds, I felt something again; a feeling I had felt only when my parents were around. She turned back around and continued her whispers. All I could think about was the discussion she was having. Instantaneously, I realized she was organizing something. Her brother had been drafted the same day as Ike, and ever since then she had been up to something. I scurried closer to her and tried hard to listen in on her conversation. I leaned closer and closer, but I could hear nothing. I tried coming closer once more. Thump! I feel down next to the girl. “Don’t be such a spaz!” She blurted while lending a hand. I grasped it tightly and stood up. “Thanks, and I’m sorry about that.” I muttered.
“ So, you trying to hear our conversation, or are you just a klutz?” She whispered. I couldn’t help but blushing.
“ I.. I…” I stuttered.
“So you were trying to listen into our conversation?” She replied, I nodded my head with shame, and began to turn