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... from bone. Even under the patchy jungle canopy, the U.S. column shimmered in the haze.
Helmets dull with sweat, Springfield rifles slung loose, eyes darting to every shadow.
The captain in charge of the company wiped his brow with a trembling hand. Thirty days of patrols.
Thirty days of endless humid hell, chasing ghosts through valleys that stank of rot and gun oil. Then the jungle erupted.
A sharp crack-crack-crack of Mauser rifles split the silence. A corporal ...
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