The yotheas remained still, quiet. At two in the morning, as the NVA ground attack on Tang Kouk commenced, Nang screamed like a monkey thrown to crocodiles. Immediately the LP again radioed for assistance. How easy, Nang thought. How easy it is. Puc laughed his weird laugh, Rham roared his spitting vomiting roar, Met Krom hissed his nasal hiss. Up trail a reserve squad approached the LP. Before they arrived they were beaten and knifed to death. To the far west the cacophony of battle was intense. A trickle of wounded were brought to the station.
“Did you see anything out there?”
“Anything? Like what?”
“Spirits?”
“Spirits!”
“It’s terrible. I tell you they’ve surrounded us.”
“Tag this comrade and send him to the hospital. There are more wounded. I must go. Spirits, indeed!”
The trickl
