Chapter One: Smell of fleash in the morning
For the love of the holy ghost i could smell my own fleash cooking from the heat of the napalm. Hell my own fleash dripped from my arm liqufied from the firey concotion. I laid in a large dugout of a hole as some fellow soldiers pulled me out. I was put on a canvas streachers as the morning, orange light peered through the black smoke clouds in the sky. The spinning Sound of the choppers rouders kept me awke as they loaded me in and started the fight up again. I blacked out from the pain but was revived later in the feild hospital
