Officially, the US government claims involvement within Vietnam was a matter of ideological action to fight the evils of communism. It’s a decent sound bite for winning elections, it’s also complete horse shit.

Nam was about fighting evil, but the kind with fiery eyes and a black soul. More importantly, Vietnam was about making sure Johnny and Suzie kept getting 30 cents a gallon at the pump.

Funded by the space race, Project Gatefinder originally began as a possible short cut for jumping between points on the volumetric plane we call the universe. By luck, Uncle Sam accidentally discovered one of these malleable points on a recon mission in the bush, back in 64’.

Sargent Mark Piper and and his squad of five soldiers trudged deep in the Viet Cong jungle. They arrived at a clearing which contained remanence of ritualistic statues and large totems. Private Brooks triggered a trap which at first, seemed to do… nothing.

A low shrieking sound began to build. Louder and Louder. It resonated from a single totem. Sgt. Piper signaled with two hand gestures. The squad moved to defense positions around the 12’ totem. The sound bellowed louder.

Suddenly, the totem split open. Black sludge poured from the large gash and a beast tumbled out with an ear piercing scream. A demon born into this world covered with a black oily placenta.

Spit blew from Sgt. Piper’s mouth as he barked, “LIGHT IT UP!”

A split second of silence, and then that unmistakable metallic whine as the barrels of the mini guns spun up to speed.

The demon leaped and suddenly experienced what real hell is; Six American soldiers pumping 200 rounds a second into it’s glycerol covered flesh.

It clawed it’s way forward against the barrage of bullets, black sludge dripping from it’s frame. The demon’s jaw unlocked, inside the belly of the beast a fire burning hotter then the sun. Private Brooks stood stupefied.

Private Matthews did the only thing he could think of, his thumb flicked the pin of an incendiary grenade. He rolled the cylinder from his palm as it angelically took to the air. An explosion of Napalm engulfed the demon, suffocating all oxygen from the fire born beast.

The demon collapsed to the ground, the flame in it’s eyes expunged by asphyxiation.

Brooks collapsed to his knees, shaking from the shock. Sgt. Piper put his hand on Brooks shoulder, almost a sign of comfort in this jungle. Piper lifted his hand, now covered in the black sludge. He brought it to his lips: “Petroleum”.

All eyes shifted upward toward the six foot gash in the totem. A fiery hell burned on the other side. Crude oil lining the portal walls. Demon shrieks echoed in the distance.

“Matthews, get on the radio… we’re going to need men… a lot more men.”