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“Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Three Bags Full”The squad goes out in file, and as we go the guys who are digging nod and give us mock salutes. It's brotherhood, not manhood. The brush thickens, and ten minutes outside the wire it's a different world. Prophet is walking point with his steel pot on, and his ruck rides high on his back. Peacock is next with the Sixty over his shoulder, its belt of ammo coming out the side like miniature ears of corn. I follow him, Eltee Williams is behind me, then Callmeblack and Pops. I can't look behind me, but I can imagine Callme carrying that grenade launcher like a toy.
We go downhill for a while and my legs soon ache from the strain. We're on a trail that is pretty clear, but a little slippery. I lock my eyes on our left side. Our pace is fairly gradual until
