War-

I woke up as the sun was rising. How could a place that was so beautiful have such savages and death all around I thought to myself. I rose from my makeshift cot and headed outside to look around and see what was going on. Paul was outside trying to look busy and keep his mind off the war that was going on.

"Hey, did you any sleep last night?" I asked, I was worried about him I knew this war was really bothering him.

He turned to face me and gave me a look that said 'you know I didn't, just leave me alone'. "Yeah a little bit. I was in the hospital, if you can even call it that. Those guys in there are in real bad shape and I really don't think that they are going to make it. It isn't fare"

"I know, unfortunately that is how war is, it's not fare" I said not even thinking how egotistical the words were.

Paul gave me an evil look and opened his mouth to say something and then quickly shut it and walked away without a word.

I started to follow him but stopped when Williams came out and called us all together. We formed a line and stood at attention waiting for him to speak. "Boys, you won that fight yesterday but today will be a battle and it will be worse. Some of you may not make it through. Fight. Stick close to your buddy. And don't give up, men. Load your guns and get ready to fall out." He walked away from us.

I walked away and made sure that my gun was full of bullets and that I had all of my weapons ready to go. I kept a knife up my sleeve, Steve told me to keep an extra weapon just in case anything ever happened. It was razor sharp, I made sure of that. I also had spare bullets in my sack along with water. That was pretty much all that I carried. My rifle, knife, water, bullets and other little thing that weren't that important to survival just to me.

Paul still wouldn't talk to me let alone look at me. He was angry and I couldn't blame him, I just hoped that when it came time to fight he would be there like I would be there for him. We made a vow back on basic training that we would be there for each other and protect each other and I hoped it wouldn't end now.

We walked out of the clearing that was a home to me now. Most of the men here were walking to their death, we might all be walking to our death's.

We were walking through the jungle and all was quiet, and as anyone know that's not good. We were just walking and then out of nowhere a sound came from above us. I was just as if a squirrel had snapped a branch or some thing and that was what we all hoped had happened. Williams motioned for us to stop and he looked around for a few minutes until he gave us the all clear to start moving again. And when we began to move that was when the bullets began to rain down upon us.

"Get down!" Williams shouted and we all ducked and covered and when I felt that I could I raised my head to fire back at the enemy and I was almost a hundred percent sure that none of my bullets met the enemy.

I realized something right then, Paul wasn't next to me, I had forgotten about him and now I had to find him. "Paul! Paul, where are you, Paul!" I screamed as loud as I could but I heard no answer. I crawled out of the hiding spot that I was in. I crawled over dead bodies of men that I knew, but right I didn't have time to mourn their deaths.

Paul was lying on the ground not moving. "Paul!" He didn't answer. I shook his shoulder and luckily he stirred. "Paul are you okay, Paul talk to me."

He looked at me and then slowly spoke, "Yeah, I think so but my leg really hurts, I thing that I was shot. Are you okay?"

"Yeah man, I fine." I rolled up his pant leg and looked at the wound. "I think you're going to be fine, a bullet just skimmed it. You are bleeding though." I look of my jacked and rapped it around his leg to stop the bleeding.

"Pony, look out" Paul cried but it was too late. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and then there was nothing, just darkness.