The sound of the chopper that just dropped you at the landing zone is gone already and all you hear now is your own breath and the branches crushing under your feet. Mosquitos penetrate your neck as you make your way through the thick jungle that opens in front of you. The oppressive wet heat forces tears of sweat down your face. You look over your shoulder to make sure that your comrades keep up with you and your view remains a short moment on the machine gunner and the pig in his hands. You are the pointman, the first in line, and sadly enough the first on a flight home in a bodybag they say. However, knowing about the firepower and the supressing abilities of the machine gun you are still smiling. As you look forward again you notice movement in the gap of fern and bushes.
Just as you open your mouth to warn your team a muzzle flash appears where the movement was, no twenty meters up ahead and you dive headlong behind a big tree nearby. Bullets whiz by, hit the tree, splinters and shredded leaves around your head as the enemy machine gunner starts to open fire at your position and you bury your head between the massive roots. You realize your own machinegunner returning fire as another enemy gun starts to spray bullets around somewhere on your left. A sudden detonation throws you against the tree trunk, dirt rains on your helmet and your mouth tastes of copper.
For a moment there is nothing but silence that quickly turns into a high sustaining bleep. Seconds later someone pulls you back up and leans you against the trunk, shouting at you but you neither realize nor hear the medic,only see his lips moving before he bashes his hand against your helmet. Your hearing returns and you nod absently while he yells if you were okay. Slowly you turn around, grab and raise the M-1 carbine and hastily look for enemy targets around you, swinging it from left to right, half covered by the tree.
Only now you recognize the sneering machine gunner standing tall in the smoke of the firefight, the shattered bushes and trees all around you – and the silence. With a sigh of relief you lean back against the tree and shut your eyes. Close, you think to yourself, just too damn close again.

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