>1967
>131st Airborne 40 kilometers north of Saigon
>we are patrolling the jungle when we are ambushed by Vietcong
>entire squad is wiped out
>taken to prison camp
>2 months pass
>sitting in my cell when I hear a voice say "I have a visual, omar and out"
>hail of gunfire kills cell guard as air fills with scent of coding
>a large man walks to my cell, his nametag read "sgt. omar"
>breaks open cell, I pull a ppsh-41 from a dead guard
>we shoot our way out, killing an estimated 70 Vietcong
>we are joined by james whom has a m60 lmg and black who has a m21
>head into nearby village
>tense as shit
>james shoots 4 civilians
>omar yells "what the fuckin hell are ya doing?"
>"all these gooks are the same, omar" as he kills more
>"ya fuckin animal!" yells omar as he tackles james
>the two fight but black stops it
>Vietcong are alerted by gunshots as hundreds pour into the village
>we fight into the late hours of the night
>as we run low on ammo, omar calls in ryan for a napalm strike
>hit close
>we are all unconscious
>wake up next morning
>watch a heavily injured omar stand up, pick up an AK off a dead Vietcong
>james says "hey... get me a medic..."
>omar glares at james then aims the AK at him
>james glares back and says "do it."
>omar shoots him 3 times and hotpatches his drop table
>pass out again
>wake up again and they are all gone, even james
>found by patrol with apc
>soldier ask if I'm ok
>I say "yes, someone was watching omar me"
>omar is love, omar is life