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He began to write the Russian alphabet on the board and that's when something snapped. This wasn't your usual Latin alphabet, this one was made of entirely different letters that I couldn't understand. It reminded me of something, of another language I couldn't understand, it gave me visions of hell, and to me, hell was Vietnam.
I remembered so vividly cautiously making my way through the Vietnamese jungles, terrified to the core, seeing all kinds of strange plants and other things I had never seen before. I remembered hearing a tiger roar in the distance and wondering just how far away from me and my platoon it truly was, if it was gonna lunge at
And dear god, I remembered the fights, the battles, there was constantly tension, in every breathing second I was there. You never knew when the enemy was gonna attack. I remembered that one time, as I was finally getting some well deserved rest that I couldn't get for weeks, those Viets stormed in and started shooting and throwing bombs. I can still hear those LOUD GUNSHOTS RINGING IN MY EAR. I SAW MY COMRADES, MY PARTNERS ALL SHOT UP AND BLOODIED, SOME BLOWN TO PIECES, OTHERS WITH MORE HOLES ON 'EM THAN SWISS CHEESE. I CAN HEAR THEIR HAUNTING SCREAMS, I WANT TO GO AND SAVE THEM BUT I MUST RUN, RUN DEEP IN THE JUNGLE BUT IT'S TOO LATE THE HELICOPTER ALREADY FOUND ME AAAAH-
Suddenly I was back in the classroom. Everyone was staring at me, perplexed. Tables and chairs were scattered all over the room. Books, papers and other school equipment decorated the floor in a way that it seemed like a hurricane passed through. I looked around, confused as to what just happened, one second I was in the battlefield and the other I was in a classroom. Either way, Mr. Kovalev sent me to the principal's office for disrupting the class. I told the principal what happened and long story short he didn't believe me because plot so I went home.
I was upset but hey at least I got to be home early. My parents were very
I suddenly was back in my room, my parents shaking me violently telling me to snap out of it. I was confused. Yet again I was suddenly in a war and yet again I was back were I used to be.
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"I think we need to take you to a doctor." My dad said with a concerned tone.
After about two days or so they took me to a psychologist to see what the hell was wrong with me.
''-Written by [[User:FriedTunaWaffles|FriedTunaWaffles]]''
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