Chapter TenAT SUN-UP, WORD SPREAD through the ranks that they would move out by 0800, and it was greeted with the normal expletives as the grunts hacked on cigarettes, drank coffee and drearily checked their gear.
The Marines knew that once again they were headed into the s**t. They knew it was a dim hope to cling to, but a few thought it was possible there wouldn’t be any contact. It was rumored that most of the NVA had crossed the river to the north, but nobody with more than a month in-country was gullible enough to bite on it.
Latimere, caught up in the nervous tension and orderly chaos, wiped the dew off his rifle and checked his camera as Roark left for the CP.
Briefing his platoon leaders, Capt. Felts nodded at Roark. One of the benefits of being a CC was correspondents were usua
