It was 1969 Vietnam
He paused, looking around at the silent diner. “It was 1969. Vietnam. The jungle wasn’t just trees—it was fear, heat, and noise that never stopped. I was a squad leader back then. We were ambushed during a reconnaissance mission. Twelve of my men, surrounded, cut off from command. We had no way out—at least, it seemed so.”
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