This time I found myself  waking up due to the chirping of birds.

"Argh... Shit..." My head feels like it's just been split open and that it's gonna explode at any moment.

I tried to recall my memories of how I got here and found them to be in bits and pieces  but it still explain how I've gotten here anyways.

I started to peice my memories together though not complete I was able to tell that I was flown to an airstrip on a helicopter and transferred to a luxury jet where I got tossed out of with a parachute.

Well, that is one way to get off a plane.

I sat up from my prone position and looked around.

It looks like I'm in a clearing that is located in a jungle.

I looked around my surroundings and tried to get my bearings.  

"Slow is smooth, smooth is fast."I kept repeating this like it was a mantra and found myself calming down and taking in my situation.

While looking around I spotted a radio on the ground and went over and picked it up.

"Is anyome there? Hello?" I repeated my sentence on the radio a couple of times on different channels until I got a reply.

"Ryan? Glad to see that you are awake.'"

It took me a moment to recognise the voice and registered it to a certain person.

"You goddamn mother----."

"Calm down, Ryan this is your training.  You are to survive in this jungle for a month. I'm aware that you have received jungle survival training  so there is no use arguing with me."

"If you managed to survive a month in the jungle you can survive a month anywhere else as the jungle is one of the most harshest terrain."

"Once after a month has passed fire a flare so that our helicopters can pick you up. There is a survival kit located around where you've found the radio. We will be monitoring your vitals the whole time so don't worry about dying here. With that said good luck with training. Jonathan Out."

I sat there for a moment before it hit me that I'm supposed to spend a month in this shit hole.

Taking his advice I went to look around for the survival kit.

I found the kit where I found the radio. I guess in my excitement of finding the radio I've missed it.

The survival kit hidden underneath a green parachute and it's essentially a small pouch.

I opened up the pouch and found a survival knife in it with its grip wrapped in cord and its blade coated with a substance which prevented the blade from reflecting light.

Other than the knife there's a matchbox, a compass, a flint which I can start a fire with, a canteen filled with water, some fishing lines and a hook.

After checking what I have inside the pouch I began to plan what I needed to do.

First, I need a shelter to act as a base of operations. I looked around and found that the clearing that I'm in will do just fine for building a shelter. You may think that finding food and water will be first but once the sun set where will you sleep?

Second, find food and water. The jungle has plenty of that.

Third, SURVIVE.

With that done I proceeded to scavange the parachute and to use it as my shelter.

I look up at the sky and tried to gauge the time with the position of the sun. With how the sun is located I estimated that I have around just 4 hours before the sun sets.

Better pick up my pace or I will be spending the night hungry.

I started to look around and to find a place suitable for me to make a shelter.

It didn't take long before I found the ideal spot. It is a place where there are two trees separated around 3 meters apart. I then tied a parachute cord between the trees -no sense wasting the cord from my knife.- and tried to center the chute on the rope.

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I then went around scavenging sticks and proceeded to sharpen them with my knife. Once sharpened I stick them on the parachute in an attempt to secure it to the ground.

Shelter done. Time to find some food and water.

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Day 5

Dear Diary,

Everything's going well.

The irregular weather and raining is giving me plenty of water but it also causes traveling to be quite hard.

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Day 15

This fucking sucks.

That's it. That's all I'm gonna say. My boots are wearing out on me and the clothings are getting torn to rags from the vegetations.

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Day 20

Dear Diary,

Ten more days to go. Ten more fucking days to go.

My boots are gone and my clothings are now useless rags that I'm going to be using as bandages.  Well, at least I've gotten a boar in exchange. Gonna have a feast tonight.

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Day 25

Dear Diary,

My knife's getting dull.

It's getting harder and harder to cut something up with my dull knife. Better find something to sharpen it.

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I looked up from my diary. Which is actually a peice of wood which I used to carve my thoughts into.

Today is the last day of the month and I could hear the rapid thuds of helicopter blades swipping through the air.

I fumbled around in my pack and found the flare gun which I'm supposed to use to signal the helicopter crew where I am.

With the flare gun in hand I grinned as I pulled the trigger sending a flare high up into the sky.

This time my smile grew wider as I heard the blades of the helicopter grow louder and louder.

Ten minutes laterI felt ablast of wind above me as the helicopter hovered above and slowly landed in front of me.

A man wearing camouflaged fatigues, chest plate carrier and carrying a decked out M4 approached me.

As he approaches I slowly slowly worked out the details of the man.

The man looks to be around 1.75 meters tall. Everything about the man looks average, an average face not too handsome not too ugly, an average build, hair that is trimmed short but doesn't scream "military" and a well trimmed peppered beard.

"You look like shit Broomstick" The man said with a rough voice that has probably seen too much shouting.

"Broomstick?"  I asked.

"Ah yes, welcome to D.O.P.I. Ryan. As of now your callsign wil be known as Broomstick."

"Erm... Thank you?"

"You're welcome. The name's Master Sergeant John Thomas callsign Snakedoctor, as of today you will be under my command effective immediately. Is that understood Private?"

At least I have a rank now.

"Understood Master Sergeant."

"Good, now follow me."John jerked his head to the waiting helicopter.

I followed John without any hesitation in my footstep.

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A/N: As you can tell I hate describing things so expect the descriptions to be quite dull and short.