THE THIRTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

Dawn was breaking somewhere over the high parapet beyond the hill to my back, although the jungle down in the valley only glowed slightly with the coming of the light. The rain was gone. There would be sun. The radio handset hung down from my right hand, the dangling...
THE THIRTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I was wrong and I knew it by the time the company had proceeded less than an hour into its rain-flushed mud-slogging move into an impossibly dark night of trying to break through abusive jungle bracken while attempting to be careful not to set off any booby-traps.

THE TWELFTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The hill was more of a water and mud-driven mess than when we’d all taken the Vietnam “E’ ticket Disney ride down it, only moments earlier. I wondered, struggling to gain footholds against unstable rocks under the mud, if the whole side of the mountain wouldn’t...
THE TENTH DAY, 30 days Has September

THE TENTH DAY, 30 days Has September

The shelf running just down from, and alongside the top of, the mountain’s descending ridge eventually played out. The company once more trudged through the jungle under a barely seen double canopy of heavy brush