The Chase

Shots ring out behind me, as I sprinted through the jungle. Where I was, I could not tell you.

All I needed was a sign.
A plane.
A river.
A town.
Anything that could help point me in the direction of safety. Or at least out of the hands of the mongols chasing me.

I can not see my hand in front of me, the brush is so thick, but I think I can hear the sound of a river; It's low, steady rumble clashing with the miscellaneous gun shots, that are slowly growing stronger.

I am more tired than I have ever been, but I force my feet to move faster; each pounding step in sync with the racing of my heart.

How did I get myself into this situation? Only one year ago, I was happily living at home, in Alabama, without a care in the world, and looking forward to life after graduating from college. I easily could have gotten a job, anywhere almost. So, what in the world made me decide to enlist in the marines?!?! Sure, it was noble, fighting for your country, but why would I, someone with no military background or training, throw everything away to voluntarily put my life on the line all to blindly follow what my government asked? That is a good question. I have to admit, nowhere else, would I ever have gotten the experience or skills I learned from y one year in the marines, but still...

Woah! It got extremely bright all of a sudden. Is that a stream? It is! Finally! Alright, so, f I follow this upstream, it should take me back to camp, right? God, I hope so. I hope the rest of the guys find this too, but no use going back. They are all too close now...