Personal Narrative: My Personal Experiences Of Vietnamese Americans

“The Red Earth: A Vietnamese Memoir of Life on a Colonial Rubber Plantation” by Tran Tu Binh give the reader a close look into French ruled Indochina rubber plantation. The story takes place in Vietnam in the Phu Rieng plantation. This was one of twenty-five French rubber plantation which were all found a long a three hundred kilometer long area from the South China sea to Mekong River in Cambodia (Binh VII). Binh came village in the Ha-nam Province located in Red River delta in Northern Vietnam. Binh parents were very poor and his father would sell manure in village.

Summary: Many people know the Hmongs as “Migrants of the Mountains”, they received this title since they were thrown out of their original homeland, now they move from mountain to mountain inhabiting in the jungle. The Vietnam War started and the Hmongs were secretly recruited by the Americans. Soon after the war, many of those recruited Hmongs were then able to flee the country to America.

Joining organizations at school are a very common subject to be conversed around college, even before college. There will be constant rambles from advisors and other upper-classmen to join clubs and organizations as a first-year student in college. Throughout college, this type of concern is everyone generally informed of. Even through all the important reminders and advices that students receive from others, there are still many students who are refusing to execute the first step toward joining an organization due to lack of motivation, knowledge, or courage. However, VSA, otherwise known as Vietnamese Student Association, is not just any typical organization on campus, it’s a family.

I look down, I have a body, but why does it feel so peculiar. The last thing I remember is dying at the French & Indian war. I start walking, all I see are woods. I keep on walking for what feels like miles, until I find a colony. I start walking through the streets, there aren’t many people outside.

Growing up as Hmong-American youth, I was raised by a father who joined the military when he was twelve years old. He was forced into the Vietnam war fighting for safety, peace, and a relationship with the United States of America. Through this military influence and discipline at such a young age, my father accepted the military lifestyle. He carried it over from the Vietnam war to my family today. Growing up, my father was always strict on me, especially when it came to my appearances and education.

Fall Hike in October I’m running out of my house, slamming the door behind me and shouting, “I’m free!” at the top of my air-filled pink lungs. I get a few weird looks from the neighbors that are outside and a few from even the one’s inside but they’re used to my usual crazy outbursts. I don’t know if I should be worried by that or not.

I’m a Vietnamese immigrant. I came to the U.S in October 18th, 2010. The funny thing is it was my birthday; the day that I felt real loneliness for the first time. It wasn’t an outgoing boy neither in my birth country so it became even harder for me to fit in. So loneliness was my biggest challenge that affected my academic achievement.

On Jan. 30,1968 I was doing my usual duty on the ground floor of the American embassy in Vietnam. I was working as a Marine guard since I was 19 years old. At midnight, I heard gunshots while I was thinking about my family; my face was full of tears. At that time, I did not imagine there is a serious issue to worry about, but all of the shooting and explosion seemed very near.

It took 250$ and good deeds to create some doctor like me. Growing up I was the kid who looked at the world with open optimistic eyes. I grew up in a small city called Dora located in Iraq, the middle of three girls. I was born in the late 90s, I have been told that I was born "at the end of the good days". That's when Iraq's political circumstances were not at peace at all, at 2003 another war broke in Iraq.

The war is over. I have missed my child and wife. I can’t wait to see them again, my beautiful child is about five now. I left before I had a chance to see it come into the world. I don’t even know its name or the gender, I can’t find out; the letters and telegrams were not allowed just incase they of the chance they get intercepted by the enemy.

Vietnam War “War does not determine who is right - only who is left.” ~ Bertrand Russell. The famous quote from Bertrand Russell describes the reality of war. War only lets the powerful and the wealthy side win and not the righteous side. On an average 378,000 people die each year at war while 1,450,000 people died in the Vietnam war.

My grandfather was in the vietnam war between Vietnam and America. In this essay i will be talking about what the war was about. Another thing that i will be talking about is what my grandfather did in this war. The vietnam war started on1954 and ended 1975.Something that started the war is the U.S deployed a strategy of containment during the cold war wich prevented communism throughout the world. After the second world war the Soviet Union emerged as a superpower the U.S and its western allies cosiderd communism in form of the USSR as the greatest rival and post war threat to there democrasy and capitalism.

Life as a Native American sucks. I realized this when I was a little kid. I’ve come to accept that what other people label or describes us as are true. I’m not happy to admit this they are right. My people don’t do anything to prove these people’s claims, or better known as stereotypes, about Native Americans wrong.

MEMOIR: INTERVIEW WILLIAM WU I 'm a first generation Asian-American. I was born in Lima, Peru, right before my parents came to America from China, and we moved to America when I was one. Growing as a first generation American, my parents worked a lot. I can 't say that I wasn 't loved, but my bond with my parents was weak because I was always home alone, being babysat by others, or going out because they had to work.

It's viciously cold, people are sick, hunger is spreading across all two thousand huts, and that’s just the beginning. Further on, I hear gunshots being fired while soldiers are marching. Its 1777 and the Revolutionary War just started and soldiers are already retreating. I stay here and protect the soldiers from enemies while disease, hunger, and cold spread. I know why I was made and how I will serve - sheltering these warriors is the most important objective I will do.