Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

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Withered metal, burnt and torn trees, destroyed buildings on the verge of collapsing, upturned soil, unexploded shells lying on the ground, dead bodies; some badly disfigured. It was all I could see for miles, all that was left of my home city, Dresden. An eerie quiet prevailed as people searched for life among the wreckage. The sounds of digging were occasionally punctuated by shouts as another corpse was found. Then many would gather around to see if it was one of their loved ones. Soldiers were stationed all over the roads looking for those who were reported missing. A young boy who looked no older then twelve years of age was carrying a baby in one hand while holding the hand of a small child in the other. He had tears streaming down his face as a soldier led him away. This was just one of the many examples of devastation and heart break that had been caused.…show more content…
The church had been targeted and bombed repeatedly; its stone floors teetered dangerously on partially-collapsed walls like an unconvincing house of cards. Scenes of utter, fatal collapse, buildings with their faces smeared off; sections of walls resting at inexplicable angles. At one site the blast had been so strong several cars were blown to smithereens and a tree had all its leaves blown off leaving nothing but a skeleton. The atmosphere was choked in ash and the smell was sickly
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