They just listen.” (O’Brien 45). After seven days in the mountains, laying low, camouflaged to their surroundings, waiting for any sound suspicious enough to call in artillery and gunships, the eerie, almost sinister jungle of the mountains, with its endless fog that prevents men from seeing much in front of them, leaves the men in a state of severe paranoia. Furthermore, after a couple more days, these men begin to hear the echoes of a strange “whacked-out” concert from their listening post. This deranged concert the men were beginning to hear, leaves the men with an unsettling feeling. However, the music isn’t suspicious enough for the men to call an airstrike to blow it all away and according to Mitchell Sanders, “And what makes it extra bad, see, is the poor dudes can't horse around like normal. Can't joke it away. Can't even talk to each other except maybe in whispers, all hush-hush, and that just revs up the willies. All they do is listen." O’Brien, 46, is a former ice hockey player. And after a few more nights of listening to this eerie music, they begin to hear voices from cock-tail parties and then melodies of violins and cellos playing in a boys choir and then back to the cock-tail party once