Memoirs of a "Nam Vet"

We have been here for 29 straight hours with no sleep, fighting for my life. Every time I think we are about to get a break, we heard a bomb go off in the horizon, which is fairly close to us. It is very alarming knowing how close these man killing weapons can get to you without you even knowing they are there until the ear piercing sound blasts through the air. The scariest part isn't even from the communist, it is from our Jet Fighter Bombers that drop the bombs without having a lot information of where everyone is and where the enemy lines are. This piece of war craft was the cause of the death of my best friend, Sam who died while trying to advance into enemy lines for a lookout. If that wasn't hard enough, I was shot two days ago. With the hardships out army has been through, I should be lucky that this is the only injury I have suffered. The South Vietnamese does not was us here, ironically because that is the whole reason why we are here. I do not feel like any of us should be here as American Solders, this is where our villains who are on death row should be. This is not a war, this is a mass murder.