I have been in Vietnam for two days and I have not seen many battles but I have already seen death. When I saw it was not from a battle or a fight but a it was from fright. I remember seeing Billy Boy Watkins scream as he clumsily stepped in the middle of the path and onto a landmine, blowing his foot off. He was so scared that he was going to die that he had a heart attack. That heart attack killed him. I was so scared when I watched him die right in front of me from fear. Now that I think back on it is kind of funny, I can just imagine what his family will think when they get the paper explaining how their son had died. Not from a brave battle or being a hero, but of fright.
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