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CHAPTER 21-1
CHAPTER 21 Whiteboy was alone on OP when he heard digging. He had concealed himself beneath a bush on a small rise, south, above the exhausted column on the trail. He glanced behind him, down, back toward the column. The sound was faint. It stopped. He looked forward. The digging began again. Whiteboy poked his head out. The sound persisted. The usual jungle sounds of helicopters and artillery masked the faint scraping. He was not certain he heard digging noises at all yet he was sure someone was digging very near him. He felt it. He looked to his right. He sat very still. The sound ceased. He looked forward. It began once more. He looked down, between his legs, under his ass. It felt as if someone were digging beneath him. He turned again, he massaged the warm metal of Lit’le Boy’s trigg
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