Then the whole rear of the column would pile up on the kids who were stopped. Word would pass up and down until it reached a radio. “We’re back in contact.” Then the front of the inchworm would move blindly off. Slowly each part would feel the tug of the one in front of it and each Marine would start walking again, boots barely lifted from the mud of the trail, steps short and slow. Meanwhile the back would still be piling up and stopping. By the time the back of the column would get unpiled and moving, there would be another break in the front.
Problem with long column
