Angola

No time to prepare on emergencies, you must be prepared then and there. No time to wonder why, just get your equipment together and fly. As a passage in some weird novel, you run at time. In no time you realize, yes you are in the middle of shit, yes, you are here. Next thing you know the time just flied by. You are back in the world, Andrews AFB or some other place, trying to make these things rime. Shut memories, shut your dreams, you must fit the bill, you find yourself in Oxon Hill. All the thunder still on, and the whistle still on your ears. Back home at last, you can figure out, if your friends still there or they are now your foes. Question abound, files are lost, time to do research on what seems as only ghosts. The battle buddy system at time was call, now is more like an honor roll. Gone forever more, where are all you army buddies you ask once more. Run out of space to write my notes, once more! 

Savimbi and many Contras are dead, and so the dream of liberty as well! Sgt G. Vega 0030