My scout team took apart my hooch and packed me out while I went forward to the perimeter to lay in the defensive fire up and down the area of our travel. By the time I laid down on a poncho cover provided by one of the Marines on the line, the sun was fast rising over the jungle.

“Do your thing, Junior,” the Marine said. I saw Fusner wince and frown at the man, but I did not react at all.

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