The night gave me black eyes.
But I used them to miss the shit on the ground!
"Shit!"
Leann, with a baby face, stepped into something sticky and almost threw up. He rubbed his boots hard against the moss-covered stone nearby and looked at Fritz Klingenberg, "Sergeant, how long do we have to crawl through this little forest?"
They belonged to the Sea Cavalry First Division 221st Regiment, having dashed hundreds of kilometers from Chikila, only to have their squad sent ahead to scout for enemy presence...
Can't eat well or sleep warmly...
The problem is, you keep stepping in crap here, are there Indians nearby?
Fritz Klingenberg was about to offer some words of comfort when he saw a soldier running over with his back hunched, "Sergeant, there's enemy presence on the road!"
He was startled, "Move!"
