It was just another mission. The young corporal, a seasoned veteran, commanded the first squad and had been in the country long enough to suppress any nervous energy that might overwhelm his confident, professional exterior. The soldier walks a tightrope that teeters between sanity and insanity. One survives by walking the razor’s edge.
The Marines of first squad stared at the corporal’s eyes; they would find their strength and confidence by what they saw there. His eyes were steady; they would be all right and make it back.
The lieutenant briefed his squad leaders. The platoon would conduct a reconnaissance by force, make contact and close with the enemy. It was a mission not unlike the others, and the corporal was up for the task. However, something happened on that patrol that would change his life forever.