The column followed Egan, each man taking mental notes. Pop Randalph at column drag couldn’t believe his eyes. In his three Vietnam tours he had never seen such an elaborate and extensive enemy area. Fishing grounds, game snares, cultivated fields, roads, bunkers connected by trenches and commo-wire, tunnels, most everything dug in and underground. “This aint no place fer yall ta be,” he repeated again and again.
Cherry had fallen in behind Egan and now walked slack. His vision tunnelled, he lost all peripheral perception, he focused on Egan. I thought we weren’t goina march in and knock on Charlie’s back door, his mind chattered. That’s what the L-T said.
Hide, Brooks thought. Hide where they won’t look. Hide between them, amongst them. Use their bunkers. They build them everywhere to u
