IRC-Galleria

Saigon, shit. I'm still only in Saigon. Every time I think I'm going to

wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour,

it was worse. I'd wake up and there'd be nothing...

I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce.

When I was here I wanted to be there. When I was there, all I

could think of was getting back into the jungle.

I've been here a week now. Waiting for a mission, getting

softer. Every minute I stay in this room I get weaker. And every minute

Charlie squats in the bush he gets stronger.

Each time I look around the walls move in a little tighter.