Ed Marohn
I creep forward, my back scraping the roof of the pitch black Viet Cong tunnel, pieces of earth dropping, compressed into a claustrophobic three-foot cube. My perspiration forms mud streaks on my face as I taste the decay of the ancient soil, smell the reek of my sweat, feel the ugly insects crawling on me, knowing the enemy awaits me.
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