The peril of death surrounded me every day I was here. Death was always the Cause for danger but never the Cure for fear. Walking with stealth, slowly, down a jungle trail; I only had one thought on my mind. I must survive until tomorrow; only then,, can I leave today behind. All that mattered now was moving forward; counting down the days and weeks ahead. Time moves very slowly for a Grunt in Recon; A choice each day of being alive or dead.