The year was 1969 and I was pinned down by the Vietnamese. The troops were sliced up around me. Fellow soldiers, Comrades...friends.

We were backed up and floated upstream into Cambodia, the only place were we could find refuge. Bodies floated in the river like marshmallows in cocoa. It was sickening. Our diet had been reduced to bugs and whatever carcass we could find. Like vultures we lived. Scavengers.

Heading Upstream

Each attempt to move back south was blocked with great losses. From 35, to 18, to 12. Our numbers dwindled.

One morning I woke to find the men celebrating. They heard rumors that the war was over. From where this news came, I could not tell. We could not simply head south to find solace. Slants were everywhere. I could see their eyes peering through the darkness. They knew we were here. I forbade our group to head downstream. One final fatal decision.

Can't See Me Can you?	DEAD!

By nightfall, Charlie was upon us. Those who didn't die of malnutrition or disease were claimed in the siege. Only by my trusty blade did I escape. The lone American in a jungle full of waste. All alone...

The days passed and I saw fewer signs of life.

Months passed and I was now alone...

My sanity gone...I would slay any in my way. Man...beast...bird. It mattered not. They were all animals to me.

Several years must have passed before I was attacked again. And here our story begins...