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Wilson laughed, but he was confusedAll morning his diarrhea had plagued him, his back and groin had achedHe could not understand why his body had deserted him soHe had always prided himself on being able to do as much as any other man, and now he had to drag along at the tail of the column, pulling himself over even the smallest hills by tugging at the kunai grassHe had been doubled up with cramps, had sweated terribly, his pack abusing his shoulders like a block of concrete"Ah swear, Red, Ah'm jus' shot to hell insideWhen Ah get back Ah'm gonna have that op-per-rationAh ain't good for a fuggin thing without it
"Ah mean it, Red, Ah'm jus' holdin' back the whole platoon"You think we're in a hurry?"
"Naw, but Ah cain't help frettin' over itWhat ifen we fall into somethin' when we're goin'
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The sunlight, the heat, was everywhere, dazzling
For an hour they marched uphill almost constantly, and then halted at a stream to fill their canteensThey rested for fifteen minutes and went on againTheir clothing had been wet at least a dozen times, from the ocean spray, from the river, their sweat, from sleeping on the ground, and each time it dried it left its stainsTheir shirts were streaked with white lines of salt, and under
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The bushes and thickets grew higher, reached almost to their chestsThe brambles
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