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![TWENTY-FIFTH DAY, THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/02/CH-46A.jpg)
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THE TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September
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](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/JungleRain.png)
TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, 30 Days Has September
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...![THE TWENTY-FIRST NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/05/Chapter1.jpg)
THE TWENTY-FIRST NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September
My body remembered each and every turn and drop, as I literally fell toward the fast-approaching bottom of Hill 975. I let the mashed mess of fern fronds, dead leaves, twigs and mud mix possess me like I was a well-massaged larva just popped out and plunging toward...![THIRTY DAYS HAS SEPTEMBER, The Twentieth Night](https://jamesstrauss.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/Snoppy2.jpg)