Chapter SixTHE NEXT MORNING the men ate and worked on their gear. Those with extra T-shirts and socks dug them out of their packs. The monsoon had soaked through their packs, but anything was drier than the clothes they wore. Some men had immersion foot, deep cracks between their toes, from being constantly wet. Rubbing the toes tore skin and caused profuse bleeding, but some Marines found the pleasure of rubbing near orgasmic. Some perhaps secretly hoped they might be medevacked.
A dozen grunts were dispatched to the ARVN compound for ammo and water. Chow wasn’t a priority. They packed enough to get through this day and most of the next. Several fireteams searched the courtyards on the other side of the tower. Gathering body counts, always a top priority, was Gunny Jerardi’s personal fav
