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on’t remember much after that, Shake.” Simmons was sprawled on the bench seat of the booth and had to contort himself to add yet another empty beer mug to the pyramid they were building on the table. “Next thing I know, I’m on the Repose with some pecker-checker digging chunks out of my ass and legs.”
“They finally got the mortars adjusted on target, but it was Tehan and the rest of the third herd that saved us.” Shake walked over to the bar for refills and shouted over his shoulder. “When the eighty-ones busted up their plans, the gooks were crawling back toward their bunkers. Wild Bill and the rest of your guys hit ʼem in the flank like a fuckin’ bulldozer and killed most of ʼem.”
“Wish I could have seen that.”
“Here’s what you need to know, Henry.” Shake plopped fresh beers
