MEDAL OF HONOR 2

CONTINUATION OF PART 1

ALL THE 8 TEAM DASHED THROUGH THE FOREST , CAMOUFLAGING ALL THE WAY. WE TRIED OUR BEST TO ATTRACT ATTENTION OF OUR ENEMIES BY MOVING QUIETLY.WE TREKKED THROUGH THE THICK FOREST WITH MINIMAL REST DURING DAY AND NIGHT AND REST ONLY WHEN NECESSARY AT A SELECTED SPOT WHERE WE PUT UP OUR TENTS AND CAMPS.WE TAKE TURNS AS SENTRY TO GUARD THE CAMPSITE ON SHIFTS OF AN HOUR.THE FOREST WAS FRIGHTENING AND HORRIBLE FOR SOMEONE TO EVEN BE THERE WHILE WE WERE LIVING THERE. ONE NIGHT, IT WAS MY SHIFT AS SENTRY AND I WAS TOO SCARED TO EVEN BE OUTSIDE THE TENT.I WAS A PUSSY, A USELESS, CRAPPY COWARD. I CLIMBED UP A TREE AND SLEPT THERE DURING MY SHIFT. I LEFT THE SITE UNGUARDED AS THAT NIGHT, ONE OF THE VIETNAMESE ASSHOLES ENTERED INTO THE CAMPSITE BY MISTAKE.HE HAD AN AK-47 WITH HIM WHICH HE OF COURSE HE COCKED RIGHT AFTER HE SAW OUR TENTS. I WAS AWAKEN BY THE LOUD EXPLOSION SOUND OF A GUNSHOT.IT WAS MY LEADER'S WHO SHOT THE INTRUDER IN THE HEAD.

AS HE TURNS THE SAFETY LOCK OF HIS GUN, HE SAW ME HIDING ABOVE ON THE BRANCHES OF A TREE CLEARLY VISIBLE DUE TO THE MOONLIGHT. I COULD ALREADY FEEL HIS ANGER AS I HAD LET HIM DOWN, THEN , I HAVE FAILED TO PROTECT THE TEAM, I ALMOST JEOPARDISED THE SAFETY OF THE WHOLE MISSION, I WAS THE MOST WORTHLESS PUSSY TO EVER WALK ON THE PLANET AT THAT TIME. HE WAS SO DISAPPOINTED AND ANGRY AND JUST SO DISGUSTED TO EVEN LOOK AT MY FACE.THE WHOLE TEAM WAS PISSED OFF OF ME.I WAS A FREAKING LIABILITY TO MY TEAM, I WAS RISKING THEIR SAFETY AND SLOWING THEM DOWN.I WAS WEAK, SLOW, USELESS, WITH NO SKILLS AND HOPE TO SURVIVE AND STILL AFRAID OF EVERYTHING.

THE WHOLE TEAM DECIDED TO JUST ABANDON ME, JUST LIKE THAT TO AVOID RISKS AND THEY JUST ORDERED ME TO STAY THERE WITH NO ONE AT THE CAMPSITE.I WAS STRANDED AT THE MIDDLE OF A THICK HORRIFYING JUNGLE NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO OR WHERE TO GO OR HOW TO EVEN SURVIVE.I WAS CLUELESS.AND AT THAT TIME I AGAIN FELT THE FEELING OF USELESSNESS RUSHING EVERYWHERE IN MY BODY.I WAS SO FRUSTRATED WITH MYSELF, DISAPPOINTED MORE LIKE IT.SO I RAN, I RAN WHILE INTERNALLY SCREAMING THE FUCK OFF, JUST RAN MY EMOTIONS OFF. I RAN AND I RAN AND I KEPT ON RUNNING.I FELT LIKE THAT RUNNING WASN'T ENOUGH TO PUT MY EMOTIONS DOWN.FOR ONCE I JUST SCREAMED, LET ALL MY ANGER, ALL OF MY FRUSTRATION, EVERYTHING AWAY AND I TRIPPED AND FELL OF, TUMBLING DOWN A HILL.THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE BUT NOT AS HURTFUL AS MY FUCKED UP EMOTIONS.I SAT UP TRYING GET MY EYES TO ADJUST ITSELF TO THE BRIGHTNESS. JUST AS MY VISIONS GOT CLEARER, I SAW IT, I SAW THE TRAP THAT MY TEAM WAS HEADING TOWARDS.I SAW THAT THE INFORMATION GIVEN TO US ABOUT THE HIDEOUT WAS FUCKING WRONG.IT WAS A DAMNED VILLAGE FULL OF THEM, FULL OF ARMED VIETNAMESE BASTARDS.NOT JUST AN ORDINARY VILLAGE, BUT A HUGE ASS VILLAGE FILLED WITH THOSE EXTREMISTS ROAMING THAT AREA LIKE ANTS.BUT WHAT COULD I DO.

I WATCHED MY COMRADES DIE, IN THE MOST HORRIFYING WAY EVER. TWO OF THEM RAN FOR THEIR LIVES AS IF IT WAS THEIR LAST DAY ALIVE TOWARDS ME.I COULD SEE A MISSILE HEADING TOWARDS THEM AND JUST A FEW SECONDS LATER, I WITNESSED THEIR LIMBS AND TORSO FLYING APART FROM THE EXPLOSION.IT WAS CHAOTIC, INDESCRIBABLE, HELLISH.I WAS NOT SPOTTED YET AS I WAS AT A HIGHER GROUND SO I TOOK MY CHANCES. I PICKED UP A WALKIE-TALKIE FROM THAT LANDED BESIDE ME AFTER THE EXPLOSION.I COMMUNICATED WITH MY UNIT TO COME PICK ME UP AT THE PICK UP POINT WHERE THEY LANDED THE COPTER. WHILE COMMUNICATING, A FEW OF MY COMRADES AND THOMAS DASHED TOWARDS MY AREA WITH CRITICAL INJURIES.I RUSHED TOWARDS THOMAS TO GIVE HIM A HAND JUST TO WATCH HIM DIE RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES WHILE TRYING TO HELP OTHERS.I HAD TO CONTROL MY EMOTIONS THIS TIME BECAUSE I KNEW THAT IF I DON'T IT WOULD BE MY LAST TIME TO EVEN BE ALIVE.I ASSISTED THE INJURED COMRADES, TWO OF THEM, ONE WHO LOST A LEG AND THE OTHER WITH JUST AN ARM GONE.THAT'S ALL I COULD DO FOR A COWARD WHO'S RUNNING AWAY TO SAVE HIS OWN DAMN WORTHLESS LIFE.I ONCE AGAIN TOOK OUT THE WALKIE-TALKIE AND INFORMED THEM ABOUT THE TWO OTHERS I WAS BRINGING ALONG.

ALL I KNOW WAS THAT THEY THOUGHT THAT I WAS A BRAVE YOUNG HERO WHO SAVED A FEW LIVES WITHOUT BEING SELFISH AND SAVING MY OWN LIFE.IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING.SO, I SUCCESSFULLY REACHED THE PICK UP POINT WITH TWO OF THEM WITH ME.A GROUP OF THE VIETNAMESE ASSHATS CAME RUNNING TOWARDS THE COPTER WITH A BUNCH OF RPGS IT WAS JUST A SPLIT SECONDS DIFFERENCE FOR THE MISSILE TO HIT THE COPTER, FOR US, FOR ME TO BURN INTO ASHES.WE MANAGED TO ESCAPE FROM THAT CURSED, GOOD FOR NOTHING, AREA WHOLE, WELL EXCEPT FOR THE TWO OF MY COMRADES.WE WENT BACK HOME SAFELY THEN. AS WE LANDED EVERYONE WERE SAD BUT OF COURSE PROUD OF ME FOR DOING SOMETHING THAT I DIDN'T ACTUALLY INTEND TO DO.I WAS THE HERO THAT DAY, THE HERO THAT SAVED LIVES, THE HERO THAT WAS SO BRAVE AND COURAGEOUS. THE HERO THAT DIDN'T DESERVE ALL THESE PRAISES, ALL THIS CREDITS.A HERO THAT WAS A FAKE AND NOTHING ELSE. A BEING THAT WAS BORN WITHOUT A PURPOSE TO LIVE FOR THAT DAY.WE WERE THEN BROUGHT TO THE MILITARY HOSPITAL FOR TREATMENTS. THE GENERAL APPROACHED ME WITH HAPPINESS AND PRIDE ALL OVER HIS FACE AND SAID THAT HE WAS SO PROUD OF WHAT I'VE BECAME, OF WHAT I DID.HE EVEN SAID THAT I WILL BE REWARDED A MEDAL OF HONOR BY THE PRESIDENT HIMSELF IN A VERY NEAR FUTURE.