War Is A Genocide And A Complete Atrocity - 1053 Words

What is war? When I hear the word war I think of conflict, corruption and poverty. My family has so much history about war physically and mentally. The types of war I would like to pursue in this personal essay are loss of a family members in the battle of cancer and war in Vietnam. Whenever I encounter a conversation about war people instantly bring up the negativity. I am not judging people on their opinion on how they feel that war is a genocide and a complete atrocity. I agree, but, it is not always about the physical wars around the war, what about mentality of people and their families. We as people go through war everyday. Whether that is having a hard time waking up for work or class, losing a loved one, battling an illness or†¦show more content†¦If I was that child in war I wouldn t know what to do or even how I would feel. I surely wouldn t even let my child be in a war. But, I know that many parents in other countries have no choice that their children are bein g taken to war. I would never know how it feels to be a child at war with the world. They will no longer know themselves or their homeland. In 2011, I loss my closest family member, my uncle, the most perfect father figure. The call was devastating. He had been battling cancer all of his life. One year it was gone and then back again. He was going through a war with his body, this illness. He was 47 when he passed. I never will understand why God will take the most joyous, heart felt, loving people. But I could never question God. It was simply his time. Now who would I look up too? That was my war. Watching my Uncle Ernie have to go to treatment after treatment was tiring not for only him but for me. When he was drained I felt drained, I fed from his energy. When my uncle passed I felt my world was over. I couldn t believe it, I didn t want to believe it. His war was over and my war had just started. The Vietnam war drafting began during the late 1960s. Three of my uncles were draf ted in this war in their early twenties. I knew they were in the war but I didn t they were in such a well known war. They had explained to me that they did not know that they had been put in a lottery for the war. My Uncle Buckles had