Sticky Situation

Torso upon an old handmade wooden table. Maggots and flies feast as the stench reaches my nostrils

Dark burgundy almost brown venous coagulated blood as sticky as glue. Head decapitated in the corner on the floor

Blood spatter patterns against the bamboo walls and door. Torso perforated like Swiss cheese

By 7.62 X 39 rounds of ammunition from the Russians or Chinese. Machete amputations of both arms and legs up to the knees

As a point of levity the Leiutinant jokingly asked me " hey Doc do you have a bandage for this?"

A pretty vivid memory from when I was eighteen. The Central Highlands of Vietnam scenically beautiful but not so much on that day

Abu Lateef

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Sticky Situation