the rays of golden sun-light from the early
morning dawn begins to penetrate the sanctuary of the
dark green jungle, the strange noises of the eerie
night are silenced. The smell of the mountain air
flowing fresh from the South China sea, pumps life
into the new born day.
low puffy white clouds lazily drift in from the
shimmering emerald sea. Here time doesn't
exist..nothing matters, nothing is of significance.
Today is the same as yesterday.ten thousand years ago.
the centuries, many have lived and died here. But
the jungle doesn't count.it just consumes.
Life and death are irrelevant and all things
are fair game in this place of open exposure to the
ancient jungle laws.
is abundant.giant white flowers dangle from
their swaying vines. In the clearings.elephant grass
rises six feet high. Colorful song birds fill the air
with their strange sounds. The bright red clay is
exposed where the jungle hog has rotted for his early
cool serenity and reverence of the early jungle
morning suddenly, violently erupts into the hot
winds of war.
The deafening sounds of the Howitzer, the distinctive
crack of the AK-47, the immediate response of the
rat..a..tat..tat of the M-16. The pop-pop-pop of a
chopper blade awakes you from your slumbering dreams.
reality is just another deadly jungle day!
And life in the World is far.faraway!