Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 1
Laying in bed I realized how good my life used to be. USED to be. I kept hearing that voice and number in my head. "133" the man in the T.V. kept saying. I knew my life was about to be a mess. It was going to be weapons, knives, jungles, and enemies. I would have the worst enemy of my life. It would be me and about 20 other men in my platoon against the N.V.A. and the Vietkong. I called up my Mother, telling her I loved her. She broke down crying, knowing that this is probably the last time I would talk to her. She hung up the phone. I chocked back a tear and gathered what I thought I needed. I got in my car, turned the ignition and headed off for base.

Chapter 2
I was surrounded by hundreds of men. We were on a chopper headed to the most dangerous place on Earth. "Alright men" our commanding officer said, "we're going to be dropped in an open field 800 miles from Cambodia's border. When we are on missions you are to remain with your platoon. If any one on this plane is caught deserting, Shoot 'em."

Suddenly the chopper's doors opened and we all stopped onto a grassy field. "Stencil" is what they called me. I was in charge of my platoon. My platoon consisted of 12 men. Me, houndog, Williams, Arrow, Fox, Trojan, Oho, Linden, Goose, Eyes, Shock, and Cross. The first night we went on a mission to search for NVA... Eyes was on point (Leader for group). We walked for three hours then decided to get some rest. "Oho, you take first shift," I said. "Why me?" "Because I told you!" "Man, I'm tired." "Why don't you take it cap-tain!" "Fox, hand me your knife. Let me ask you something Oho. Do you like your fingernails? "Yes, sir." "Well, if you want to keep them, I suggest you take watch!"

SUBMITTED BY DALTON, 6-W