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CHAPTER 18-1
CHAPTER 18 “Let’s go over it again,” Brooks said to Cherry, Roberts and Moneski. All four had cigarettes going. It was late afternoon. The last of the patrols were just returning to the company position. The men who had remained behind had already dug foxholes and most had eaten. The returnees ate, rested for a few minutes, then picked and shoveled at the resisting earth. It was a repeat of the motions from the day before except this time it was more complex and more confused and they were more tired. The boonierats were back in the boonies without any vestige of REMF mentality. “Dude from 1st Plt got’m a g**k,” they whispered to each other. “They sayin he blew the dink’s head clean off.” Even the two squads from 3d Plt which had remained on 848 were whispering it back and forth. “New c
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