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We're fit, we're alive, but we're not back home. Our chopper tailed-out after taking a hit... the pilot won't be leaving the ground again. Now I have to lead my weary platoon back to our lines through the jungles and paddy fields. Entering what appears to be a friendly village, only to find it is a cover for a guerilla faction, is just one of the things that helps our insomnia... that and the elusive psycho in my squad. I gotta figure out who he is before the morale factor becomes our worst enemy. Jeez, will this stupid war never end!