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I am one of many who have gone throughout what I have gone
throughout. I was walking in the rainforests of Vietnam with
my troop. We have already walked for days and days since we
left Saigon, and we have not reached the camp that we were
sent to. It has been an eventless trip, a thing to be
thankful for, but we were tired from the lack of rest, so we
were unhappy. As we walked down a hill only 3 miles from our
destiny, in the 8th day of our journey, we heard a scream of
a woman from the left of the road. The lieutenant sent two
of my fellow soldiers to check out what is going on there.
We waited there restlessly for about 15 minutes, but the 20
year old friends who where sent into the endless jungles
have not returned yet. The lieutenant sent another four of
our troop to search for the lost soldiers. After 25 minutes
of restless waiting, we heard another scream from the
jungles. It wasn?t the same scream. It was a scream of a
man, a man suffering. The lieutenant ordered the troop to
enter the rainforest, and although we didn?t wanted to go in
there, we had to. All of us, even the lieutenant, were
afraid. The lieutenant didn?t show that he was scared, but I
could see it in his eyes. We walked about 8 minutes on the
wet grass, following the fresh tracks of our lost friends,
when we realized we shouldn?t have entered the jungles. But
it was too late. The short man who was standing in the back
of the line shouted, and as we looked back, we saw a
primitive hand made Charlie spear bursting from his chest.
As I looked at his lifeless body falling on the ground, I
suddenly saw what have happened to those who came in before
us- their body?s lay hidden behind the trees, dead and
vandalized. It was an ambush and we where in the middle of
it. We saw the Charlie men and started shooting at them,
while the Charlie threw spears at us and shot us with their
guns. They outnumbered us, and it was a manslaughter. The
last four of us ran away as the Charlie chased us and shot
us. The lieutenant died earlier, when one of the Charlie
threw his spear into the lieutenant?s eye. Me and two of my
troop have managed to run from the Charlie, out of the
forest, and in the direction of the camp. We ran, but as we
got near the camp, we smelled smoke, and a few minutes after
we were able to see what was burning- it was the destiny
that we were supposed to get to, the camp that was now in
high flames. One of my friend was shot while we stood there,
staring at the burning U.S. military camp. I and the other
remaining soldier ran throughout the burning remains of
safety, stepping on the ashes of allies. The soldier running
along-side with me away from the Charlie, told me that he
remembers correctly, there?s a small camp about 3 miles
ahead. So we ran and ran, and my fellow soldier fell into a
hidden Charlie trap. I ran alone, the last of a 23-men
troop. I saw a bomber flying above me, and I knew I wouldn?t
get away, but the Charlie?s who killed my troop will die to.
And now, as I am writing these very lines on my pocket
journal, I see the burning camp and the rainforests being
bombed, and I see the bombing heading towards me.







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בבמה מאז 29/3/02 12:02
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