Night closed upon the valley and hillsides with the suddenness common in mountain regions, in the last few minutes of gray light, all the boonierats of 1st Plt shifted south, uphill. They situated themselves as far as possible from the droning mity-mite while still keeping the hole and the machine tangentially in touch with the perimeter. Whiteboy manned the position closest to the hole. Gawd, he thought. You only have ta be lucky nough ta sit on somethin lahk that ta be-come famous. Ever’body in battalion knows that Ah discovered the secret openin ta all the North Vietnamese Army’s supply routes inta I Corps. Shee-it, Ah hope that picture Mr. PIO took comes out. In the last minutes before blackness Whiteboy picked a board from the mity-mite crate and carved a crude plaque:
WHITEBOY’S MIN
