Ambush in Asia.

The dream this morning was disturbing. It is a hot summer day. I can hear the drone of insects. I am somewhere in Asia. Vietnam? Korea? I do not know for sure. I am an American infantry soldier. I am one of an 8-man squad out on patrol. Our squad is crossing a dry river bed. I can clearly see rocks, stones and boulders. It is a perfect ambush spot and right on cue we are ambushed. Everyone of us is shot and killed with single shots. Seven of us fall at once. I watch as the 8th falls within seconds of the rest of us. I am lying face first in the rocks, still alive, but dying. Out of the corner of my right eye I can see a squad of enemy soldiers coming out of the tree line toward us. They look much like the photo you see above of North Vietnam soldiers. I know what they will do. They will bayonet anyone they perceive as still alive. I try to slow my breath to appear dead as best I can with the faint hope they will pass me by. This is when I awake from the dream.

It was not a pleasant dream to wake up to. It filled me with dread. What was this? A memory or a premonition? I don't know. Damn, it sure felt real to me. It was a vivid dream. I look out the window now this morning and it has been raining, and I can hear the sky growl with thunder and lightening. The day has an ominous feel to it. I am thinking of going back to sleep. This dream haunts me. I am not wanting to analyse it. I just want to exorcize it. This is the sort of thing war vets would like to forget.

I going back to sleep and will try to have happier dreams. It looks cold dark and wet out there. I'm getting back under the covers...