Ambush

A few days ago, a company sized group, which included our squad, went on a patrol sweep to scout for enemy soldiers near the base. We all loaded up into the choppers and were taken to our patrol destination. As soon as we were out of the choppers, we saw the signs of Vietcong occupation. We found traps, called punji sticks, in small trenches. As we ventured further into the forest, Monaco discovered a mine symbol. We found the enemy mines and blew them. As we continued, we found what looked like a spider hole, which is a small hole dug in the ground for one or two men to hide in. We fired a few rounds into the hole to make sure there was no one inside, and suddenly a large force of Vietcong emerged from the bushes on the mountainside and opened fire on us. Our company retreated while firing and throwing grenades. We made it to the top of a hill and called up the choppers. I thought that we were all right until I heard one word,
"Incoming!"
I dove to the ground as a blast hit us. As I tried to stand, I found that I couldn't. We were hit by another blast and I saw Brew go down, blood spurting from a wound in his leg which was so deep that I could see the bone. I tried to go to help him, but again I couldn't walk. I looked down and realized that I had been hit. Suddenly the pain hit me. My vision went hazy and all that was going on around me became a blur. Time dragged by as I was examined by a medic and loaded onto our choppers. I turned my head to the side and saw Brew lying there. He was gone, just like Jenkins.