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Message: <blockquote data-quote="scourger" data-source="post: 3893157" data-attributes="member: 12328">[Mission 10 – Meet the Elephant Man]Location: Firebase OmahaMission: LRRPOIC: SGT Jack JohnsonWe trekked into the wilderness still looking for the strange occurrences in this part of the jungle which had thus far eluded us.  We had noticed that some of the trails we were using had been mined, but hadn't seen much of anything else.  Our patrol was finally engaged by 6 enemy combatants.  Even though we were outnumbered, the firefight was definitely going our way, until an enormous rogue elephant stormed right through our midst.  The elephant trampled a VC and stepped right over the Doc on his way through our area.  The NVA guys went nuts, but we were able to stay calm and finish them off, although Doc was a little shaken by almost being crushed.Jack Johnson: “During our many treks into the jungle last mission I will pull Doc and Sanchez aside separately and speak to them about Apone. At the beginning of the fire fight when the law rocket hit the Lt., I didn't really think much of it. I assumed it was just a misfire of an experimental weapon. Later, however, when Lt. Dan was down and in pretty bad shape, I saw Apone shoot him. At the time I couldn't tell if it was an accident or not, because he was in the line of fire. A few seconds later I got my answer. I saw Apone set his weapon on the Lt. and then after determining that he was no longer moving, shift up just a hair and shoot the VC. He only moved his weapon an inch or two, but I know what I saw. As far as I’m concerned, Apone is the one with the enemy now.”Jack Johnson’s ghost journal 1:  back in the late 1800's my grandfather, Jeremiah Johnson, was quite an adventurer.  He was a mountain man for quite sometime and many people found him quite eccentric.  I guess the thing that most people couldn't fathom was his belief in the supernatural.  He had seen a lot of Indian magic while he was in the mountains with his squaw bride, but after her death he returned to the east.  He enthralled me with stories about all that he had seen and experienced.  Sadly, he died when I was about 10, but for years I would see him in my dreams and sometimes even when I was awake.  I still talk to him whenever I need advice and sometimes I even think he answers.  I guess I kind of always believed in the things he told me, but now I know there are things that go bump in the night.  I started this journal because of the things I have seen here in the 'Nam.  It started on our first recon mission.  We found an old temple.  Well ancient would probably be a better word.  There were carvings all over it.  I drew a few sketches and did a few rubbings, but there are tons more.  The temple definitely gave off a weird vibe.  It wasn't until a few days later that it took on a supernatural flavor.  We were out looking for a couple of missing snipers when we happened across the temple again.  This time it looked a bit more sinister.  There was blood everywhere, with clothes and weapons strewn about, but no sign of bodies.  I mean no flesh at all, just blood.  It was very strange.  I’ve seen people take direct hits from mortars and RPGs and there is still flesh laying around, but here there was none.  During that same period I came across a snakeman fetish.  It was hanging in the jungle right next to the path we were using.  Every guy in the unit passed right by, but when I got to it, it was hanging right out in the open.  I wear it and use it as my good luck charm.  I’ve got to get some sleep, we go out again tomorrow.  Lots more to write.</blockquote>

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