40 years ago in the harsh jungle of Vietnam was one of my most unforgettable days of my life. I wanted to die. I wanted to die fighting for my country. Once I had completed training I was ready to take on the Viet Cong. They raised my spirits high. Nothing could stop the might of the Americans. I was proud to be fighting for my country. I saw Terry. He was one of my best friends from high school. He had been assigned to my squad. My heart beated like a drum. The generals told us we were going in. The helicopter descended towards the ground. My heart beat faster and faster and faster. We arrived in Vietnam. As we hiked towards our base I heard a twig snap. I held my gun higher. My heart was beating lie an enraged bull. A sharp pain seared through my stomach. I glanced down and I was lying on the floor. I heard gunfire around me. I saw my mother. I called for her but she never came. I was left. I was bleeding and no-one even cared. I looked around but there was nothing to see. Everything was white. No, I can't die. My vision regained focus. A soldier was bandaging my stomach. I turned my head to a pot. Three rounds from a AK-47 was kept in it. I was told I couldn't fight and had to be sent home. But they had to wait for the next chopper to arrive. All of a sudden a huge explosion shook the wall down. All I saw then was a flash of light. I felt a sharp pain in my leg. I was injured twice. I puled out my pistol and aimed at the hole in the wall. I looked down. My leg had gone. I fired an entire clip at the Viet Cong. But it was useless. I surrendered. One of them walked over towards me. My neck cracked and everything turned white. When I woke up I saw a man. He put one round in a revolver. He spun the chamber. I knew what to do. I pointed the gun at my head. I slowly pulled the trigger... To be concluded.