"Bravo 1, do you copy? Over..."<br/><br/>Radio silence, a slight crackling came from the hand set, but nothing else...<br/><br/>"Come in Bravo 1, do you copy? Over..."<br/><br/>Still no reply was heard... I was alone<br/><br/>I sighed and placed the radio back in its pouch, looking around trying to get my bearings. The dense jungle closed in on all sides, surrounding me, enclosing to a point wher...<br/><br/>"Snap out of It for God's sake, you're a soldier" I said to myself, trying to provide me with some reassurance. I clutched at the M16A1 assult rifle with the M203 G.L attachment around my chest... my only comfort... I couldn't decide on a direction. I had been foolish not to bring a compass... a GPS positioning device wasn't allowed, but a compass was... I could have at least gotten a decent bearing. My team could be anywhere, and another ambush could be right around the next tree... I squared my shoulders and struck out into the depths of the jungle, hoping to find some shelter...