I was recruited into this new faction of some sort. They didn't teach me anything but how to shoot at the guys in the blue uniforms. I didn't really understand. I was issued some cool gear. I felt really tactical. Maybe tacticool is the word. Anyway, we were on patrol in the jungle. Mack was in the back with the LMG, I was in the middle with my AK-whatever, and "Xray" as we called him was in the front with his sniper rifle and binoculars. I've never felt so excited and scared in all my life, except for the time my baseball ended up in Mrs. Applebopper's pretty new window. But that's a different story. Oh, I have to go now. Xray is calling us to move on. I'll tell you what happens in my next journal entry, if there is one..