The Wars
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.

Out of one of the trees a shot rang out. A bullet hit the guy that was walking next to me. He fell to the muddy ground and didnít move. I bent over to see if I could help him but the bullet must have killed him before he hit the ground.

Our outfit had to stay under the protection of the trees so we kept walking. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my leg. As I screamed "Iíve been hit" and fell in the wet mud.

My best friend in the company came over and started yelling "Medic". He stayed with me until I was brought to safety. He had no regard for his well being. In war you gain a comradeship that compares with no other.

It is now thirty years after that terrible war. My wife, my son and I thank you my friend wherever you are.


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