It was a normal night in the jungle of Vietnam this was day 23 of the war. As always I was taking my first watch for the enemy but all I heard was the crickets, the faint sound of the wind, and the rustling of the trees. Then I heard a sound of gun fire it was suspicious. I grabbed a tree branch lit it with the flame of our campfire and started a small adventure out to find the gun fire with my partner private Kirk we were best friends back in our home town of Knoxville Tennessee before we went into war. As we began our adventure we heard screams the deeper we went in the forest.
Private Kirk was getting nervous and wanted to turn back to get more of our men as I said no we saw a figure, we tried to contacted him he look like a native of the land but as we got closer there were more natives we at first thought it was a village but we saw no shelter for them to live in. Then the closer we got the more we saw their flesh was gashed and their eyes were misty.We were frightened so we went back to camp but before we left as we turned around one screamed at us we did not fire a single bullet and left quietly with our torch in hand.
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The Weeping
HorrorThe screams is all I hear now! I have lived through a tough journey and now it's time to tell my tale.
