THE SEVENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September
“You want wet or lurps,” Captain Morgan said, holding the radio handset to his right ear. “What are lurps?” I asked, vaguely having heard the word but not understanding what it meant.THE SIXTH NIGHT 2nd PART, 30 Days Has September
The rain came and the smell came with it, but it was no longer hot. The altitude had taken the steam heat and reduced it to an oily cloying mass of moving air, feeling like spider webs so intensely that I constantly brushed my hands across my face…..
THE SIXTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September
The rolling artillery barrage I’d designed, and the battery had applied so effectively, was of exactly no use in doing anything to damage or disable booby traps that were not constructed with detonators or explosives subject to sympathetic detonation. The machine gun had caused significant casualties ……..
THE SIXTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days has September
My scout team took apart my hooch and packed me out while I went forward to the perimeter to lay in the defensive fire up and down the area of our travel. The sun was fast rising over the jungle when I laid down on a poncho cover provided by one of the Marines on the line….