I wonder if this guy knew it made no difference, the bullets from his gun really made no difference well technically they did but not for long. This was the third time I would die during this war and my thoughts on that was the fact it sucked. Sometimes I had to stop and ask myself you can travel time Jack, granted you can't die but why do you still end up in these situations?And the answer is always the same why the hell not?
I mean come on who else can say they fought in the Falklands, in World War 1 and 2, some of the Irish civil wars and the Napoleonic war seems only fitting to join in Vietnam too. I mean its all fun for the walking undead or whatever I was. Hung, by Napoleons troops for commenting that he was smaller then the average man, shrapnel in the chest from a mortar in World War 2 and now executed in Hanoi none of it made any difference since what had happened with the doctor and the daleks. Its such a rush that after death experience, the teetering on the edge as a pull back from the light every time. You got used to the pain that came along with it after a time and granted that's something I had plenty of.
I heard the command to ready, then the command to aim, it was coming. It strange you can feel death around you when he's near, he's a very comforting companion in your time of need, he's that rush of important memorise, faces, places,people like Rose, and the Doctor. Damn what a beautiful man both times I saw him. Saying that his second face was my favourite, the hair did it for me. Adventures and good times and bad times and sad times they all rush to the forefront of your mind all vivid and real just before the darkness. The click of the hammer cocking back rings through the air and I cant help but whisper here we go again.
