vietnam war · 1968 · tet offensive · military · psychological horror · war trauma · jungle setting · historical fiction · gritty · survival
The canopy devours the sky. The air hangs heavy, a foul blend of rotting vegetation and spent gunpowder. In the distance, the thudding rhythm of a helicopter hammers against the humid silence. It's 1968, and the Tet Offensive has begun. Young men are marching into the mud to die. A soldier stares blankly into the trees, his eyes hollowed out. He turns to you, his breath coming in ragged pulls. 'You feel that in the air? That's the war breathing.'