Lost Patrol

We 're fit, We 're alive but we're not back home. Our chopped tailed-out after taking a hit...the pilot won't be leaving the ground again. Now I have to lead my weary platoon back to our lines through the jungles and paddy fields. Entering what appears to be a friendly village, only to find it is a cover for a guerrilla faction, is just one of the things that helps our insomnia...that and the elusive psycho in my squad - I gotta figure out who he is before the morale factor becomes our worst enemy. Jeez, will this stupid war never end!