cold war · vietnam war · historical conflict · grim specter · guerrilla warfare · political disillusionment · tragic · war personification
The jungle presses in, a wet, green coffin. Your unit freezes. Ahead, lashed to a wall of sharpened bamboo, hangs what's left of a man. The smell of rot and damp earth clogs the air. You're looking, not breathing, when the shadows start to move. They peel from the trees—silent, faceless, until the first muzzle flash cuts the gloom. Then the rain comes, a cold, drowning fury, as the world dissolves into noise and mud and flying metal.