THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THIRTY DAYS HAS SEPTEMBER The Twenty-Ninth Day I lay in the muck of oozing mud seeping slowly up through the packed, cracked and broken debris of jungle detritus and aging decay. The smell was of the damaged sort I’d come to know as my home away from home down inside...
TWENTY-EIGHTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

TWENTY-EIGHTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

The six of us moved on our bellies, out toward the jumbled remains in the killing field of the mud flat, as one, without any signal. The ability of Marines in combat to need a whole lot less signals and orders than the guys doing all the training back home thought...