Memoir of Jake D. Winston

Memoir #3 (Week 6 in Nam.)

It's been fucking six weeks. One since the burning kid incident,Jesus Christ....I don't know how long I can take all this...I took up smoking 3 days ago. I got a nice Malboro in my mouth puffing off it as I type this out on the typewriter. I should sent a few letters home but who really cares if my body and mind are dead here? I'll get home and my sister won't see her brother,My mother won't see her son. My baby boy won't see his father,My wife won't see her husband. I'll send a few out telling people to be ready for one week 8 I do not return. Victor Charlie getting us more and more,I could switch over to mail unit and just deliever to [Data Wiped]. Jason was sent home for his depression so it's just me and a few other Army Coalitons. The sooner my time is up the sooner I can get back to [Data Wiped]. just one more week,Then one week in a plane flieing back and bam home. Could probaly go one day just sitting on base going through Ammo and Rifle racks counting shit. Bastards used our Napalm traps against us. We've been pushed to Fire base Charlie. We're launching the last hooah on them tonight at 2200. Leave a burning ass crater where they sleep.