THE FIFTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FIFTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I came awake instantly. Crashing roars, with distant but shaking explosions moved me out from the cleft down along the side of a mud wall I’d been sitting up against. I blinked my eyes in fear and nervousness. I was in a cave. I was in the cave. The cave made by the...
THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

Nguyen moved ahead of me, as we departed the perfect overhanging concrete bunker-style encampment the others would be preparing behind us. The mild wind, rushing water of the nearby river, and the mud sand under our feet would all be pushed into the background once we...
THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The Sandy’s came sweeping down the river, obliterating all other sound, the roar of their engines and propellers lifting my spirits in spite of my being trapped at the tank with a dead good kid and a living bad noncom. I hugged the edge of the tank’s right tread, the...
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.