Iraq War

I can remember the fear and anxiety I felt when my family and I sat in front of our television in our very large living room. We sat glued to the TV as we heard the dreaded words “we’ve declared war on Iraq”, for the first part of President Bush’s speech we sat there making fun of him and his ridiculous excuses for declaring war but reality struck us when we realized that we were going to have to rebuild ourselves just as we had done after the destruction the first Gulf War when President Bush Sr tried but failed.

I had so many worries and fears about how many of my family might survive and how it was going to affect us in the future the deaths, the destruction and the sheer trauma it would cause after the Americans had finished having their fun in my country. We tried to prepare ourselves as best as we could both mentally and physically as we all knew we would have to fight to survive each day. When the Americans dropped the first bomb my whole body just went numb and instead of feeling upset or scared of what could happen my first reaction was ‘how dare they invade my country?’, ‘how can they stand there and lie to all the people of the world and say this was a war on Saddam Hussein’s dictatorship?’ When everyone in Iraq knew it was about oil and Iraq’s natural riches.

We Will Write a Custom Essay Specifically
For You For Only $13.90/page!


order now

It enraged me to know that America was being allowed to do this, with no evidence to back their accusations of there being weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. I mean it’s not the American people or Government who are going to pay for the damage left behind and it’s not them who are going to console the grieving families of lost ones. I wanted scream because although most Iraqi people had their views on Saddam Hussein ran the country, I was followed Saddam Hussein quite closely and listened to his speeches as often as he would say them. I think he was a leader who combined both politics and religion who ran the country the way an Islamic country should have been led.

The war seemed endless and the stresses of moving day to day was starting to show as our house had been bombed earlier during the war we evacuated early as we knew it was inevitable. No matter how hard I tried to face the truth it was far more painful than I expected the fact became that my family and I had become refugees in our own country, how could this be I thought as the sun rose and set each day it was unbelievable the country in which I was born and bred was no longer mine to do as I pleased. My mother decided that we had to go Kuwait to find shelter and warm clothes as we only packed the essentials. My father had decided to stay behind and I almost collapsed when he told us he was planning to stay as I feared the worst but prayed for the best I hugged my father goodbye and said ‘I love you papa’ which might be only last words to him.

On our way to Kuwait we were stopped on the border by a couple of American soldiers who seemed so arrogant and the mannerisms were just appalling but nonetheless they let us pass once they saw that my mother had five kids with her. Once we got inside Kuwait we were forced to stay in this refugee camp filled with people like us I sat for days reminiscing about the life I once had the luxuries of which I could only dream of now. I would walk by and hear people chanting ‘God bless America!’ and it would sicken me to see Iraqi people chanting for the enemy. I would constantly sit and think long and hard about whether or not I would come to thank America one day or resent them for as long as I lived.

I would go outside and see the odd soldier here and there and one day I came across this young soldier who had such fear in his eyes that, I would sympathise so much that I would nearly approach him and tell him that its alright but I thought to myself I have no understanding of what he might fear so leave him to be because it was not his fault he was here it was his job his duty. I would sit and wonder about teachings and sayings that my father would say to me and the one that stood most bold in my mind was ‘only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches’ I felt I could relate to it as only I knew what was going on in my mind and I was the only person who knew how to cope with it. Although in reality that was not the case.

x

Hi!
I'm Mack!

Would you like to get a custom essay? How about receiving a customized one?

Check it out