Creative Writing: My First Vietnam War

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Falling fifteen thousand feet out of the sky sounded exhilarating twenty-four hours ago. Now, peering outside of the airplane door with only a tarp to prevent my apparent inevitable doom, I must stop to ask myself, what the hell was I thinking? Fear is coursing through my body, my mind pounds with anticipation and terror. Seeking escape, my thoughts drift to another time: My thighs are screaming, pleading me to stop. My bag is weighing me down. My back is slick with sweat; my hair feels heavy with perspiration. Thoughts of failure and doubt scream across my mind. “I have gone far enough.” “The view will not be worth it.” “Why did I think I could do this anyways?” Scuffed hiking boots traipse over countless roots. Inadvertently looking up for a moment, the sea of lively green leaves shading the forest catches my eye. Sunlight peeks through the sparse …show more content…

My mind clears alongside the foliage as I ascend to the top of the mountain. I can see wisps of clouds forming from the sapphire blue lake in the valley, rolling miles into the sky. Deep purple lupin sprinkled with dots of stark white line the path before me, their petals lying previously untouched on the dull dirt. The dichotomy of the petals lying on the apathetic soil enhances the picturesque beauty. Inhaling, I notice how my lungs fill with pristine air. The gentle wind curls around my face, tenderly brushing my hair against my cheeks. My heartbeat is reverberating through my body, pulsating within my fingertips. The natural fragrance drifting from the unrestricted growth of life envelops me. The sunlight tenderly kisses my exposed arms and warmth cascades along my skin. Untouched by mankind’s talons, rolling green mountains crowned with jagged, treacherous peaks stretch on forever. This simplistic beauty of this world rushes into my soul, reminding me life is about experiencing. “You’re up next,” the skydiving instructor looked at me and smiled, pulling me away from my

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