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Vincent D’Agosta lifted his liripiped blue cowl and adjusted his crow mask, straining to see the twin dials of his silver Rolex in the shade of the staircase. Seven-thirty-five, on the dot. Then, with meticulous, anxious consideration he checked the watch-face again, this time gauging...   read more »

The air was close and rank as the small cluster of soldiers crept across the steamy jungle. Under the black grease paint, their faces were grim. Earlier that evening, they had made the gristly discovery that the 6th infantry division, their compatriots and friends had been massacred as they ate. It was a sickening sight, bodies everywhere. Some of the men had already turned in for the night only to become trapped in an infinite slumber, others contorted in agony, mouths agape in a silent scream. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of dinner, still bubbling on the hearth, creating a macabre effect.

The seven young soldiers that had managed to escape the me^le'e returned from the surrounding foliage arms laden with firewood. They were the youngest members and therefore always received the “grunt work” chores. The solders pushed through the brush talking and laughing until they became aware...   read more »