I don't really remember who they're shooting at up there. I'm kind of down in this ditch-type thing. There's a guy who stands in the dirt above me that fires the machine gun. He just keeps firing, all day long, and I keep feeding in the bullets. They're big, nasty, pepsi-can sized things and they rattle all the way through that big motherfucking howitzer. Machine gun.

I scored pretty highly on some test in high school, so one day the military guy came to my house and said "How would you like to load the machine gun?" I said sure, so they flew me in, led me to this ditch, and now I sit here all day sticking these big, loud, bullets into a big, loud machine gun that fires them just as fast as I load it.

I think they're going to move me to a different ditch because I'm doing such a good job.

Jerry (I think that's his name - the guy who fires the machine gun - but I'm not sure since his jacket is covered in gunpowder residue and dust. But I think I heard someone shout "Hey Jerry!" at him once. I can't be sure with all this rattle rattle rattle CRACK rattle CRACK all day long) sometimes shouts "Keep that ammo coming"! I smile up at him and yell "Sure thing, Jerry!". Like he needs to tell me.