Vietnam Letter

Aaron Rodriguez

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Us History: Period 1

April 17, 2014

Vietnam Letter

Dear Mom and Dad,

I have been in Vietnam and I am sick of the place. During the nights all you hear is gunshots. No one can sleep; I have gone 4 nights without closing my eyes. On patrols we go through villages burning down suspected Viet Cong homes. It’s terrible to see the look at the women and children’s faces when the homes are ignited. It’s hard to tell who the real enemy is the farmers look so innocent but our troop knows that they could open fire on us at any moment. I wish I could just go home. The people her don’t seem to want us here. They give us dirty looks and scowl at us. We just stay on our toes and react. Other than gun shots we hear bombs hitting towns. The bombings were so loud my ears were ringing for a week. The jungles here are so thick. We try to cut through them but we seem to be getting no where. I can never tell where left, right, up and down are. When I hear gunshots I kind of guess and hope I hit something. The guys here are just counting the days to go home. Every day we hear the countdown. I can’t wait to see you guys again and have your amazing home cooking. The food here sucks but I still eat because I know I have to keep my energy up to stay alive. I hope to see you all soon

Love your son,

Aaron