of blood leaving my veins every minute. I can’t help but to think of how they made that hole. Why were they hiding like that? Who gave them the idea to do such a thing? As these questions freely flowed through my head, the life that was so present in me only fifteen minutes previous is entirely dead now. It was totally apparent why they dug those holes, and why they lived their weak lives in these weird tunnels under the earth, away from all the evilness of the battle. It worked. They got me right? They got a lot of people, this apparent unfair warfare the Vietcong used, which had to have been the most deadly of any previous warfare used, happens to be called Tunnel Warfare....
