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THE NINETEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September
I stood with my right-hand flat, the dirty index finger of that hand slightly glued to my head by a light bond of drying mud. I stared into Clews’ eyes, waiting for an answer. Was I going to live, or die with him? Was I going to do something terrible to everyone...![THE SEVENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Hueys6.jpg)
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. “Long range patrol rations,” he responded. “They’re dried. Light weight. Just put...![THE FIFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/ChopperLanding.jpg)
THE FIFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September
Hill 110 lay quiet in the distance. I realized for the first time that I lacked a forward observer’s most important tool. A pair of binoculars. The Army had Leica German range-estimating binoculars back at Fort Sill but any pair at all would be better than bare eyes…….
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THE FOURTH DAY SECOND PART
I sat in my hooch, waiting for the sound of choppers distant in the air. I thought about all of what had gone before, since I’d arrived. It felt terrible to know I would have to sit and wait for orders to move from Hill 110, which we would not be taking, in direct violation of orders.