They made their packs together and stood upThe... They made their packs together and stood upThe flare had gone out and they were blinded for a moment in the returning darkness"Where we going?" Toglio askedThey expect an attack there," Croft said
"We sure are a hard-luck platoon," Wilson sighed"At least we're done with them antitank gunsAh swear Ah'd fight a tank with mah bare hands 'fore Ah'd rassle with one of them sonsofbitches again
The squad formed a single file and began to move outFirst Battalion's bivouac was very small and in thirty seconds they had reached the gap in the barbed wireMartinez led them cautiously down the trail leading to A CompanyHis drowsiness vanished quickly, and he became alertActually, he could not see anything, but some sense seemed to guide him along the bends in the path so that he rarely stumbled or blundered off the trailHe was proceeding about thirty yards ahead of the other men and he was completely isolatedIf some Japanese had been waiting in ambush along the path, he would have been
chanel logo earrings the first to be trappedYet he had very little fear; Martinez's terror developed in a void; the moment he had to lead men, his courage returnedAt this instant, his mind was poised over a number of sounds and thoughtsHis ears were searching the jungle ahead of him for some noise which might indicate that men were waiting in the brush beside the trail; they were also listening with disgust to the stumbling and muttering of the men following behind himHis mind recorded the intermittent sounds of battle and tried to classify them; he looked at the sky whenever they passed through a partial clearing in order to find the Southern Cross and determine in which direction the trail was bendingWherever he could, he made a mental note of some landmark they were passing and added it to the ones he had observed previouslyAfter a time he kept repeating a jingle to himself which went, Tree over trail, muddy creek, rock on trail, bushes acrossActually there was no reason for him to do it; the trail
prada clutch led only from 1st Battalion to A CompanyBut this was a habit he had formed on his first patrolsHe did it instinctively by now
And another part of his mind had a quiet pride that he was the man upon whom the safety of the others dependedThis was a sustaining force which carried him through dangers his will and body would have resistedDuring the march with the antitank guns, there had been many times when he wanted to quit; unlike Croft, he had felt it no contest at allHe would have been perfectly willing to declare the task beyond his strength and give up, but there was a part of his mind that drove him to do things he feared and detestedHis pride with being a sergeant was the core about which nearly all his actions and thoughts were boundNobody see in the darkness like Martinez, he said to himselfHe touched a branch before his extended arm and bent his knees easily and walked under itHis feet were sore and his back and shoulders ached, but they were ills with which he no longer
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The rest of the squad, strung out behind, was experiencing a variety of emotionsWilson and Toglio were sleepy, Red was alert and brooding -- he had a sense of forebodingGoldstein was miserable and bitter, and the tension of creeping down a trail in the black early hours of the morning made him gloomy and then sadHe thought of himself dying without friends nearby to mourn himWyman had lost his power to recuperate; he was so tired that he plodded along in a stupor, not caring where he went or what happened to himRidges was weary and patient; he did not think of what the next hours would bring him, nor did he lose himself in contemplation of his aching limbs; he just walked and his mind drifted slowly like a torpid stream
And Croft; Croft was tense and eager and impatientAll night he had been balked by the assignment of the squad to a labor detailThe sounds of battle he had been hearing all night were
omega aqua terra watch goading to himHis mind was buoyed by a recurrence of the mood he had felt after Hennessey's deathHe felt strong and tireless and capable of anything; his muscles were as strained and jaded as any of the men's, but his mind had excluded his bodyHe hungered for the fast taut pulse he would feel in his throat after he killed a man
On the map there was only a half mile between 1st Battalion and A Company, but the trail doubled and curved so often that it was actually a mileThe men in recon were clumsy now and uncertain of their footingTheir packs sagged, their rifles kept sliding off their shouldersThe trail was crude; originally a game wallow, it had been partially enlarged, and in places it was still narrowA man could not walk without being scratched by the branches on either sideThe jungle was impenetrable at that point, and it would have taken an hour to cut one's way a hundred feet off the pathIn the night it was impossible to see anything and the smell of the wet foliage was
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