I couldn’t believe my luck when I dragged myself out of the river, somehow living to fight another day. I stumbled off the cliff and fell several storeys into the river below. That’s when the malaria hit, causing me to lose balance. I scrambled for cover, not ready to give in even though I was out of first aid supplies digging the bullet out of my hand would be the only option. My gun jammed, and my buddy was nowhere to be found. There I was, with a cliff behind me and a dozen angry mercenaries in front of me.
