it is always cold here no matter what i do my fingers grasping for the ice cold rifle and trigger finger shaking, ready for them why am i here? i'm only sixteen years old. why did i lie to them? am i really ready to die for my country? at least the pills help a little they take the pain away they take the jungle noises away suddenly i hear nothing anymore a low buzzing sound tunes in i cannot feel my legs where are my legs? where are you mom? please take me away. there is no escape from the jungle they are always expecting us and they will never leave