Funny. Maybe you'll enjoy this:
The cool morning mist settled over the Cambodian border. The engine hummed, moving the swift boat slowly through the mined river. They weren't supposed to be here. It wasn't supposed to be this way. An illegal war conducted by President Nixon. It didn't make sense. Everything about this mission was wrong.
Lt. Kerry's mission was an impossible one. Find and silence Colonel Kurtz. Why had Colonel Kurtz fled to Cambodia? What madness had driven him to this? And why had they chosen him?
It didn't matter now. Now he had to find Colonel Kurtz. He had to silence this loose cannon. Something had to be done. Was he the man to do it? He didn't know. The personal demons had haunted him for far too long. He wanted to be patriotic. He needed to be patriotic. But a political career lay in wait for him back in the States.
Suddenly, the swift boat left the air from the thrust of the mine. Lt. Kerry didn't hestitate. He didn't second guess. He floored the throttle in retreat, hearing a scream from the stern. He looked back to see Jim Rassman in the water.
Could he leave him? Jim was just along for the ride. A ride taking them deep into the Cambodian jungle in search of a madman. The second passed, but Lt. Kerry knew he could leave no man behind.
The fifty caliber machine gun fire barked loudly from the shoreline. Then, he remembered it. He reached in his duffle bag at his side and pulled out his 8mm camera. He jerked the steering, turning the boat around and yelling, "Let's go boys. We're only gonna have one take at this!"
:) HA!