April, 30, 1957

South Vietnam

United states army airfield

I watched planes take off the airfield leaving for the state's. I was walking towards my plane to take me home. I also saw more men get into the plane. About twenty men in total. But before I could take one more step a jeep almost hit me I flipped off the driver as he derived away from me.

I soon reached the cargo plane. It was green in color it has four engine's total. And could carry a tank in the back of the plane. The ramp was down so I started to walk up the ramp and take my seat. Once in the plane I noticed that the plane was carrying a lot of weapons and ammunition.

There was also a jeep with an fifty caliber turret on the back of it. Ignoring the rest of the other vehicles and cargo I walked toward my seat. The seat was black with double seat belts ment to hold you in case of a crash. But I noticed one more thing there was also fuel canisters. "Why would they need fuel canisters on the plane I thought the plane was fully fueled. Luckily they are held together by military grade support cables."

I was about to sit in my seat when a hand landed on my shoulder. "Hi George or should I say captain Andrew."

I turned around to see one of my friends and fellow soldier Sam. "I thought you were supposed to be on another plane."

He smiled at me and punched my chest. "They could not get the engine's working so they told us to get on another plane of our choosing to ride back to the state's."

I shook my head at him. "So you boarded my plane to get back home oh well take a seat would ya we are going to be leaving soon."

He and I soon took our seats. A few minutes later and we started to take off. I looked down at the the airfield I arrived on six years ago to fight a war for my country. This was the place where I lost friends, comrades, and men who have saved my life more than once. But now I am leaving this horrible place and going back home.

We were soon out of South Vietnam and close to Japan. I looked down at the continent and why so long ago they decided to attack the United states. Then I felt the plane shake for a moment but then stopped. "Probably just turbulence." I then looked at the men who I have commanded and fought alongside with for six years.

Are division number was the 155th infantry division or also known as the survivors. We went fought in the most dangerous battles and survived. But no matter the mission we got it done no matter what. But in the process we lost many good men. "But finally the war is over and we can go home."

Then the intercom sounded and a pilot's voice came through. "We are going to experience some turbulence but it's nothing major. Wait what the hell is that? Shit try to get around it. Everyone hold on to something back-" but before he could finish there was a bright flash of light.

Then when the light subsided I looked out to see a highway. "Everyone brace for impact!" That's all I could say as we crashed through the highway. All I saw next was the right wing fly off from the plane and a huge hole across from me open up and two of my men along with their seats fly out of the plane. Then the plane crashed into the ground.

A metal bucket hit me in the head and my world went black. As I awoke and opened my eyes my vision was blurred. I searched for my seatbelt I soon found it. I clicked the button to release the straps across my chest. I soon fell from my seat and hit the metal floor.

I got back up with a groan. My vision started to clear up and I could start to make out details. The plane was turned upside down with multiple holes in the outside and inside the plane. The cargo ramp was completely gone and I could see the outside of the plane. I looked around me to see weapons and ammo all over the place.

The jeep was on its side the turret was broken off and laying on the floor. Then I felt something fall on my nose. I wiped it off my nose and looked at my hand. On my hand was blood. I then looked up to see one of men impaled at his stomach through the plane making him dangle from the ceiling of the plane.

Then I started to see one by one my men died around me then panic spread through me. "Please not Sam I can't lose another friend please let him still be alive." I then looked to where I was seated at then looked right. My heart skipped a beat Sam had a piece of shrapnel in his chest close to his heart blood was still dripping from his chest.

I picked up my helmet from the ground and threw it at the wall. "Why him why not me!? Why dose this world have to be so cruel to me!? What did I deserve to have this happen to me!? Why can't I make any friends without them being killed!?"

I then walked over to where I threw it at the wall I then knelt down and picked it up. I then put it on then I turned around and walked under my dead friend's body. A silver piece of metal caught my eye I walked over to it and picked it up it was Sam's dog tags. I put it in my pocket and looked up to my dead friend. "I will get back home I will find your family and tell them what happened here I promise you that."

I then walked over to some weapons and picked up a M1 assault rifle, a .44 revolver, and some grenades. I then walked to the back exit of the plane and looked outside it was gray and raining. "Looks like I am far away from home but I promise I will make it back no matter what."

Author's Note

Well I hope you guy's liked it see you all in the next chapter.