Prologue

"That time, we are in the Vietnam and our exit point has been closed out by the Japanese. Our platoon leader said that we are done for, I pray that time and looked at the picture of my son and wife. I think that time that might be the last moment that I will see them. The five of us assigned by our platoon leader to take out the commander of the Japanese that called Matsushita Etsuji, Right, He told us that time that we must take out their commander and maybe a miracle might occur and some of us will get out, our platoon are trap on that place that time." An old man said while sitting in the front of a news reporter woman. He is wearing a formal black wear and a brown cowboy hat. When you look at his chest, it's full of different medals.

"That`s the start, the five of us went to the enemy commander location. From our intel, the enemy hut where the Matsushita Etsuji staying is surrounded by tall grass and they're patrolling constantly on the field. We put some branch of trees and grass to our helmet and clothes. When we are 700 meters away from the Japanese commander, we scattered in different directions and slowly approach their commander hut." The old man said and he coughs for a moment. The news reporter immediately gives him a bottle of water and the old man continue his talking.

"We slowly crawling to their hut, after a few hours, I saw the hut of their commander. We all equipped with an M1 Garand rifle. We only have one shot at their commander, if we fail they will become cautious and our chances of assassinating him will be closed to zero. I clearly remember that time when I just arrived in that area, I heard someone shouted and when I turned my head. I saw one of us pierce by the Japanese rifle that equipped with a long knife. I see my comrade piercing his body nonstop on the body. That soldier is really a good man and we will see each other soon." The old man said, he get his handkerchief from his pocket and wipe the beads of water on his face that running right under his eyes then he continue talking again.

"The patrolling enemy became very cautious after they know that there are some soldiers that spying at them. In the night, I heard a shout and cries in different directions, I assume that time, No, I knew it to myself that they are my comrades. In the midnight one of the patrollers walk nearby on my position, he randomly slashing his rifle that equipped with a long knife as he walks, I almost got caught that time. I didn't sleep and remain my eyes wide open when the sun rises, I sighted the enemy commander go outside and drinking, I think it's some kind of tea or coffee. I take my aim but the enemy is too far if I miss there will be no second chance, my brothers that died, all their efforts will be for naught. That's what I'm thinking that time. If I get too close, I`m done for. I see the enemy commander drinking then he read some newspaper." The old man said again, his voice became hoax as he said the last line and gulp some water from the bottle.

"I take my aim, I know it`s too far but I want to take that chance, that moment, I want that time to avenge my comrade but I still stopped myself. I slowly closing our distance to the enemy commander hut. In that time from my observation, I knew where the enemy patrol area. I still awake but my mind can't keep up anymore and I fall asleep. I thought that time that maybe I'm dead but I feel someone biting my hand, it`s a fist size rat. I immediately kill it with my knife from my hips and eat it raw and I don't want to describe how it taste." The old man said and his face frowned a bit and continue his story.

"I awaken in the middle of the night. I prepare my rifle and take aim at the door when the enemy commander exits on that door, that will be the nearest point that I will ever have. As the sun rises, I`m still aiming at the door. I`m waiting for that moment, one of the soldiers enter and after a few seconds, he exits. I assumed that time, that soldier is the one who will awaken their commander. After a few moments, I saw a familiar cup, when I see their commander's head, I immediately fire. My bullet landed on the left side of his head. Their soldiers didn`t search on who did that, instead, they go to their commander to check if it`s alive or not, I'm certain that time that their commander is dead, I take that opportunity and carefully crawl fast away from them. Slowly, I come back successfully to our post and deliver to our platoon commander the good and bad news. That's how our platoon survived and how my good fellow brothers died. Ronald, Mack, Albert, Jay and Benjamin these are the name of my good brothers and I hope the people that watching will remember this great heroes name of our country." The old man said and can`t stop himself from crying at the end of his storytelling. The reporter women immediately hold the hand of the old man and pat his back.

After a few moments, The reporter moves her head and look at the camera. ”That is the heartbreaking story of our world war II veteran hero, Carlos Norman, and his great brothers and what they experience on the Vietnam war. This is Michelle Brown from CNN world war veteran hero special edition. ” She said, she looks at the old man to her right side, the old man still sitting and facing his face is looking downwards. Suddenly, the man falls down from his chair.

“Medic! Medic!” The reporter shouted all their staff are disorder and panicking while the old man still look lifeless but a joy can be seen on his face, he is smiling.

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“My wife! My wife! Our three eggs are slightly moving and some cracks on it, come here! quickly! our children will be born!”