Author: Don Fraser
They were shooting at us from their jets as they flew low over us. We had to stay in the jungle for protection so the pilotís of the jets couldnít see us. We knew there were snipers in the trees and bushes, but we had to take that chance. When we were out in the open the jets were mowing us down left a right.
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