A recollection of the author's time with 1st Battalion Rhodesian Light Infantry 3 Commando 13 Troop. It was at that very moment the same rpd terrorist gunner opened up again, firing a long salvo into the tree next to me, inches above my head. The firing was loud bullets whizzed over my nut as his rpd proceeded to chop down the tree, that I had taken as a prize piece of real estate to protect me. Bits of dirty brown bark and wood flew off the tree...