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A couple of days ago, some enemy forces were spotted near the Song Nha Ngu River. Once again, it was time to go on patrol. Our squad, led by Brunner, was assigned to make sure that no enemy forces slipped through. We were told that we wouldn't be engaging in heavy fighting. We loaded up into the choppers and got dropped off at the LZ. I didn't like the looks of the area when we got off. It was a perfect place for us to get ambushed again. Thoughts of the last injury I had received went through my mind. I didn't want it to happen again. We patrolled at least two kilometers of the area, following the bank of a stream. Suddenly as we were walking, a figure came up out of the water with a splash. It was a Cong! We opened fire and took him down. Then the whole stream was alive. There were Congs popping up everywhere. We fired as we retreated in confusion. Me and Peewee separated from the group to check the ridge, while the others continued to retreat to the LZ. The enemy fired on us as we crossed the river, but they didn't get us. Me and Peewee looked down from the ridge as we reached it and realized that there was many more of the enemy than we suspected. In the dark it seemed as if there was a million of them! I prayed that the others would be all right. Me and Peewee found a spider hole to hide in. It was small and cramped, but we stayed there all night. The next morning we got out of the hole and moved out to the LZ. We spottd some Congs on the way, but we weren't seen. As we approached the LZ, we saw Monaco sitting against a tree. We hid in the bushed, trying to figure out what was going on. I saw that there was a barrel pointed at his head from the trees. The Congs had captured him and were waiting for the choppers to arrive! As we heard the choppers coming, we opened fire, surprising the Congs. The choppers spotted the Congs and started firing too. Me and Peewee sprinted to Monaco and lifted him into the chopper. As I climbed in, a searing pain went through my leg. I was hit! The pain was so bad that I couldn't breathe. As I lay in the chopper, I saw that Peewee was hurt too. I hoped that we would make it.

I had been shot in the leg. It didn't require amputation or anything, but Peewee had to go into surgery. He's all right now, but his wound was serious enough to get him back home. They finally found my medical record. I'm going home! I'm finally out of this horrid place. It's like I told Monaco before. Over here in Nam, we're all dead. The only way to come back to life is to get back into the World again.