Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. #1 I knew one 4th Division Lurp who took his pills by the fistful, downs from the left pocket of his tiger suit and ups from the right, one to cut the trail for him and the other to send him down it. He told me that they cooled things out just right for him. #2 I was waiting for a helicopter to take me out of there. The rest of the team had caught a chopper straight into one of the lower hells, but it was a quiet time in the war, mostly it was lz's and camps. #3 The more you moved, the more you saw, and the more you saw, the more you risked death and mutilation. The system was geared to keep you mobile if that was what you wanted, but it began to make sense only if you were there to begin with. #4 Flying over jungle was almost pure pleasure, but flying over jungle and landing in it was always painful. I never belonged in there. Maybe it was what the people had always called it, Beyond

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