A Warm Jungle

Through the warm jungle you can hear every cry. Crackling gunfire trickles in the echoes; Why this place fell and crumbled, no one knows why. There they all fall in place like a domino. Welcome to the jungle, filled with death and ill. A jungle of fear, a few dare to challenge. A smoke, a radio, anything to kill; At times, there were fires that went unchallenged. The smell of sulfur roams through this jungle air. A surplus supply of shell rounds in the jeep. Bugs, trash, dirty clothes, all I see everywhere. The monumental hill is too big and steep. Men were lost, but never forgotten prayers. Some make it home; some make there way up the stairs.