THE ONGOING MYSTERY

GOOOOD MOOORNING VIETNAAAAAAAM! Will Chalkers voice boomed through my ears shutting down a peacful dream and awakening my senses. The smell of B.O. filled my nostrils, I opened my eyes, blankly staring at the inner screen cover of our tent. A familiar site now, the screen was covered in mosquitos and flies almost to the point to where the outer green rain tarp wasn't visible.