Every time I think I'm gonna wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my
first tour, it was worse, I'd wake up and there'd be nothing. I
hardly said word to my wife, until I said wyes to a divorce,

When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I
could think of was getting back into the jungle. I'm here a
week now, waiting for a mission, getting softer. Every minute I
stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Charlie
squats in the bush, he gets stronger, Each time I looked around
the walls moved in a little tighter