I open my eyes. I'm confused for a second but realise I'm on my way to Vietnam. It stinks of napalm and I hear gunfire in the distance. We land on a makeshift runway and the doors opened on our C-47. There nearby village gave as all the creeps. On my right, artillery was shelling something somewhere. I started walking to the FOB. My belt rubbed against my waist as I cut through the dense jungle. I reached what I thought to be a friendly patrol but a few shots later I knew otherwise. I gripped my M60 tight as I squeezed the trigger. The gun shook violently.
My head hurt from the loud sounds of gunfire. The guy beside me was dead, a bullet went through his helmet and exited out his eye. The gunfire finally died down, 3 men were already dead and we had just landed. There was a FOB. In long tan, there was a large battle there once. Artillery fire in the distance. Shells landed around us. We ran as fast as we could.
At the FOB me and the 43 people I was with met with the person in charge. Then we ate. At the last second a siren starting blaring. There was shouting. One moment I was standing by the gate, the next laying on the ground.
