The American Sniper

A old man sat on his porch looking into the distence. he looked as if he was in deep thought. a teenager caught his attention. she had brown hair and bright green eyes. Excuse me sir? What. ohh why hello there! he said happily as if they where old friends. I am with my school newspapper we talked on the phone about your life as a soldier in vietnam. she said nicely. Yes you wanted to interview me. he said seriously. Before we move on i must tell you that my life story might be a bit long as you can tell by my age. She smiled, its ok i brought a tape recorder.
Alright then it all started when i was 19 years old, i sighned up for the millitary. The main reson i sighned up was because i didnt know what to do with my life. the training was brutal i endured the most more painfull things. the main thing that helped me threw it all was a friend i made. his name was James Jones. the name soon became J.J. then after training ended thats when we goy deported to vietnam..... thats when the living he11 began