THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I lay in the muck of oozing mud seeping slowly up through the packed, cracked and broken debris of jungle and aging decay. The smell was of the damaged sort I’d come to know as my home away from home down inside the A Shau Valley expanse. I wondered if the smell would...
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 mudflat, as one, without any signal. The ability of Marines in combat to need a whole lot fewer signals and orders than the guys doing all the training back home thought...