I layed in me bed holding my rifle loaded and ready to fire. I was thinking of all those brave souls who didn't even let out scream for help and that kid who died in my arms. I wanted to leave but something inside told me I had to go back a fight even if it meant I die. In that moment I got up and got dressed. As I packed my pack I heard nothing but my own thoughts. As I grabbed my rifle and put the pack on my shoulder I seen what looked like my brother walk passed me. I knew it wasn't real cause just a month earlier he went missing. I walked outside past the guards and the gate. I looked back knowing by the end of today I might be dead. Walking through the jungle in the dark reminded me of the kid I carried back and how I was shot. Still walking I can hear the ghosts of the dead saying save me. It sent a chill down my spine. As I approach were the vietnamese were I managed to sneak past them my black fur blending in. As I walked through the jungle I heard a crunch at me feet I looked down and fell to mean keens and started to cry... it was my brothers lifeless body or what was left of it. With tears rolling down my eyes a took a picture from his left pocket....and picture of us. I continue to walk through the jungle and just that's when I saw them. The ones who not only took the lives of young men but my little brother as well. I wiped the tears from my eyes cocked my gun...and fired . As I fired they fired back I was hit in the arm. No matter what my rage kept me going . After what seemed like hours it was quite. Then all of a sudden one the last one standing was calling me out I was going to shot him but I was out of ammo. I stood up making fists and walked up to him. He pointed a gun at me ...I knocked it out of his hands and threw a punch at his face knocking him back. He came back up and started to punch me soon I was on the ground and his was on top punching me in the face over and over. Without him looking I took at a sharp knife and stabbed him tens until he was lifeless. Covered in blood I threw him off me and stood up. I spit blood and walked back to the airbase. 3 hours walking through the gates everyone who saw me just stared. As I walked inside I collapsed from the loose of blood.