Saigon...
shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna 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'm 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 looked around the walls moved in a little tighter.
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