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 Morgan, 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...
THE SIXTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE SIXTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

The night was coming on fast, what with the west wall of the valley rising up only a few yards to our backs. The question was not whether we would make a rapid advance down the valley to attack an expected and hopefully unprotected enemy rear, but how and when we...