Welcome to the Jungle

"My first patrol into C for Charlie Companies new sector was with the 3rd ID unit we were replacing. It was night, the streets empty, shops closed up, Night Dogs on the prowl. The wind was blowing from the west, warm and dry like memories of summer. The wind blew through the dark street, plastic bags floating and twisting in the air, balloons of memory in the breeze of time, catching on barbed wire and razor tips of concertina."
This is Your War II