I grabbed a rotten rock with my free hand. The rock crumbled into rust colored chalk. I grabbed another rock. It held, thank God, or the Buddha, or whoever.
It was a lot of fun until some gung-ho captain walked us into quicksand, which killed two men. He blamed us and became a major. I switched to the MPs and busted him a year and a half later for stealing guns and selling them on the black market. He’s in prison. I’m climbing mountains.”
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