Sapper Regiment Archives

THE TWENTY-SEVENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

Wet muddy foxholes rapidly became repositories for almost everything the combat company Marines usually carried on their backs. There was nothing to effectively hide or cover the holes with when they were abandoned, as they’d been there so long that both sides of the...

THE NINTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

by James Strauss | 79 comments

I lay prone on the jungle mat of fallen leaves, fronds and smaller branches. I couldn’t tell how deep the mass under me was, although back at the hole we’d blown earlier, the jungle floor mat seemed like it was almost a foot thick. It was better than the mud. We had...

THE NINTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

by James Strauss | 78 comments

When the company came to a slowing halt, I was more than ready to rest. The straps of my pack burned where they pressed down over the narrower suspender straps that held up my web belt. We’d made it back close to where the company had veered north and gone to the aid...