The jungle is quiet for now, but the humidity feels like it’s trying to drown us all. My platoon is exhausted, but we can’t afford to rest. We just brought in a prisoner—a female VC. She’s staring at us with more hatred than I thought possible for someone so small. She keeps calling us demons and demanding we kill her... as if death is what she wants most. Does anyone else find it strange how some people fight harder when they have absolutely nothing left to lose?