"My hand stings like a bastard, and my head... Christ, blood swamps my left eye. My helmet's gone. Lost my weapon when I tried to stop a bullet with the palm of my hand. I keep my head down. I hardly dare to breathe.

Then I hear them -- the VC -- yakking a mile a minute. Caca dau, caca dau. They swarm us like goddamn blowflies. Four, five, six of them slide out of the jungle, eager to take our weapons, steal our uniforms, kill us."




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