See You Back In Bright Lights

A recollection of the author's time spent with 3 Commando 13 Troop 1st Battalion Rhodesian Light Infantry.

It was at that very moment the same rpd terrorist gunner opened up again, firing a long salvo into the tree next to me, inches above my head. The firing was loud bullets whizzed over my nut as his rpd proceeded to chop down the tree, that I had taken as a prize piece of real estate to protect me. Bits of dirty brown bark and wood flew off the tree. drenching me in a shower of wood chips. The tree shook violently from the impact of the bullets smashing repetitively into it. I found total fear in those few seconds! Unable to move, I tried to push myself into the earth, doing my best not to shit in my shorts! I couldn’t move if I did, I was dead!