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...
TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

The engagement with the enemy began while it was still full dark. The Ontos fired into the general area near the western wall at its base and flung flechettes across the open exposed area in front of it. With the artillery still coming in, responding to successive...