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THE TWENTY-THIRD NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

Nguyen was gone into the night with the 106 round. I hadn’t given any thought at all as to whether the ammo box was marked with a flechette designation for its contents or not. There was no way to tell by feel, and there was no way I was going to use the flashlight...

TWENTY-THIRD DAY, 30 Days Has September

by James Strauss | 135 comments

I scrambled, slid and crabbed my way through the low growing debris spread like small islands of living flora all over the mud flat I was trapped on. The NVA gunners had opened up high or were trying to take out the Ontos instead of shooting at a few scavengers trying...

THE TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, THIRD PART, 30 Day Has September

by James Strauss | 131 comments

I made it back to my cave under the rock wall of the cleft I was holed up in, the one I’d spent some time hoping to get back to. I laid in the darkness, shedding outer pieces of my wet rotting uniform, and wondering about the reality of the combat I was hopelessly...

THE TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

by James Strauss | 160 comments

The vibrations from the low-flying Huey choppers beat the mud, the low jungle debris, and even the pebbled cliff face into a mixed frenzy of anticipation. That state was nothing compared to the feelings of anticipation I and all the Marines were feeling inside our...

TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

by James Strauss | 173 comments

I stared at Jurgens, waiting for an apology I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear, and damned well knew I didn’t want to accept. The man was the epitome of a phrase I’d never used in my lifetime and had only heard about in occasional passing while I was in college. White...