Not Afraid, But Cautious

I don’t know how. You can’t explain your feelings. Like once you get into the, where everything is just a-goin’, you’re not actually afraid, but you’re awful cautious. You use a lot of caution. You’re able to look every which way at the same time and be able to keep ahead of everything. Like it’s a feeling that, it’s not fear, but it’s something that, I don’t know. I can’t explain it. It’s, it’s a different feeling than like, if you’re afraid that’s one feeling, but this is a feeling that you’ve gotta be there and you’ve gotta keep going. You can’t stop. And you just get this funny feeling.Like, it used to really bother me when I’d see five or six of our guys get shot, but as far as the enemy goes, I could sit down on them and eat my lunch. It didn’t bother me, but see any of our guys getting knocked over, that used to bother me. I really haven’t figured that one out, why, but there’s a connection there somewhere that you don’t break, that you depend on each other. If that dependancy wasn’t there you’d, you’d be hopelessly lost right from the start.