I am Jonathan Miller, one of six men that was sent to support another unite that had been in a firefight for seven hours. We ran to their location as fast as we could, but we were too late.  They were ripped to shreds; it looked like they had been surrounded.  When we began to realize what was going on, our medic got shot in the leg, and we were in the middle of an ambush.  I lunged forward, using the bodies of the fallen solders as cover.  We didn’t know where the enemy was; all we could do was fire randomly into the jungle.  I heard a lot of screams, so we must have been killing some of them, but when I turned my shoulder, I could see where my team…they were on the ground. The bodies of my friends, would be the last thing I would ever see.