The reality of war for a Snuffy in the Southland of Vietnam was neither gung-ho play-acting on an action movie set, or some damn modern day computer game where those killed could rise again as if caricatures from religious writings. No, it was a reality of putrid smells, which made you heave until your guts hurt, where some people’s wounds were so horrifying you could barely look upon them, and the dead were not what the politicians loved to term them as, the patriotic and the glorious, they were simply the dead.
The sweet bitterness it brings, to be a soldier's spouse. Too many days and nights alone, fear of loss always at the back, yet trying so very hard to fang in there, and make sure to share the warmth, as good as can be.
Abraham, a journalist pursuing the hidden stories of the war in Syria, finds himself amidst poverty, famine, torture, and above all, death. What will Abraham uncover in the seemingly perfect city of Damascus? And most importantly, will Abraham live to tell his tales?
For the Marine Corps grunts, the Snuffys, in the Southland of Vietnam, Riverine warfare in the Delta region took on many different shapes and forms. The coastal islands, mangrove and nipa-palm swamps, creeks, rivers,the bewildering maze of inland waterways, and the Vietnamese jungle, imposed an extraordinary military challenge.
There was a loud bang. Everyone screamed. We all knew they had come for us. And they were coming fast. We had to move to a safer place. We had to get out of there. 'Everyone, run and hide!' The old woman at the front of the room yelled. Something inside me told me that it wasn't going to be fine if we 'ran and hid'. We weren't going to survive this one. We heard more loud bangs. Then screaming from the outside as we all hurried to the door. There was a moment of silence as we all left the room into the long hallway. I grabbed my bag, then ran toward the small closet across the hall. No one else followed, nor grabbed their bags. I called for some of the others to come. They were too stupid. Or maybe they were just too scared. They all ran toward the hallway door. There wasn't anything for me to do. There wasn't any time.
They fled their homes to escape the Enemy. Now Hansol has to seek revenge on the men who killed his precious family members, though being a kid- it is a hard journey. Will the enemy ever leave?