Paul Berlin in point of view.

It is April 13, 1968 my name is Paul Berlin and I'm a private first class in the a United States Marines. Right now I'm in Vietnam and fighting having an extremely hard time fighting anxiety and fear. One soldier in my platoon has already died from a heart attack. I was literally scared to death. Other soldiers tell me that we will just get used to living in the fearful jungle. I’m not sure if I will ever get used to all of the anxiety of war. We would have their rear guarded by three thousand miles of ocean, and swim and dive in to the breakers and hunt crayfish and smell salt, and we would be safe. But even when I smelled salt and heard the sea, I could not stop being afraid. I learned that I would have to have to have courage if I wanted to overcome my fear of the war.