THE NINETEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE NINETEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I awoke in darkness, bringing up my Gus Grissom watch more for the tiny bit of illumination emanating out through the crystal than to see what time it was. I quickly oriented myself to where I was and how I’d come to be there. I heard the wind and river sounds wafting...
THE NINETEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE NINETEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

I stood with my right-hand flat, the dirty index finger of that hand slightly glued to my head by a light bond of drying mud. I stared into Clews’ eyes, waiting for an answer. Was I going to live, or die with him? Was I going to do something terrible to everyone...
THE EIGHTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE EIGHTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

With Fusner boosting me from behind I got out of the hole I’d taken refuge in. The Gunny’s words had bitten hard, and I wished he hadn’t said them in front of Fusner but there was nothing to be done for it. It was hard to leave the protection of the wet muddy redoubt,...
THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days has September

THE SEVENTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days has September

There was nothing more to be said to Captain Carter, so I handed the handset back to Fusner. I wondered why we never heard from battalion about anything except occasional and outlandish orders to move somewhere, occupy wherever that was briefly, and then move on. The...