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Golfito, 2003.
Sergeant Rudd Baldwin checked his watch one more time. Fifteen minutes left. He had to hurry to get there in time. Ibrahim Yavuzyitoglu; Abe, or whatever his name was, had encouraged him to go. “Go get them Sarge!” he had said, but he didn’t accompany his sergeant though. He walked away alone, into the opposite direction of what Baldwin was heading for.
On his way to ‘El Barco’ Baldwin realized the importance of what he was doing. Or going to do. He also felt uncomfortable. So many people involved. And it seemed all pressure was on him. No matter what would happen tonight; people would get hurt. On both sides.
He had only been here for two weeks; in this godforsaken, hot and sweaty jungle. Ready to serve his country. Now he felt he had to betray his country. He was ca
