It was 1973, the Vietnam war was still raging on, I still remember the screams of the vitamins people running waving their arms in the air, gunfire, I watched my fellow platoon members the men who were along side me this whole time and I still remember their faces, the look. They looked so fearful, so scared, they never expected it, they never asked for it, they didn’t know their lives would end that day. They came I fired, I tried to save my men, I tried, but there was too many so many its like the trees themselves were attacking us, the trees were speaking, the trees were the enemy but I know that was not it was the damn Vietnamese, the cowards that stayed hidden, the cowards dressed as civilians, the cowards that attacked with machetes and farming tools, stabbing and the screams from the men I knew the men who fought along with me, the men that went through the same hardships as me, the men I felt like I knew my whole lives, gone, gone in one instant. One man, his name was Howard Spines, he told me he was afraid to die, he told me all he wanted to go home, that all he wanted to do was live, and I knew there was nothing that I could do, but I still told him he was not going to die and that he was fine and that he would go back that he would live to see another day, but he knew, he knew he would die that day, he gave me a letter to his mother and father. And that day I knew, I knew I would die that day, I expected it, i expected to be woken up in the blackness of the jungle the only light from the flashing of guns the only sounds screaming and gunfire, the only feeling being wet and scared, and the feeling of sadness and dread in the morning when you found out that the kid you knew in basic training was hacked to death by some rice farmer, but at this point I expected it, i was immune to it, I became dull, I had no feeling, simple because I didn’t care anymore