... digging days, out in the field scooping out shallow holes, the depressions for which the men in the Philippines had given the name foxholes — digging, scooping, scraping; got to get below the contour of the earth, got to dig, got to flop into the earth’s fresh wound, the face pressed deep into the fragrant soil while the worms squirm round in consternation as though dismayed by the hastiness of the graves and the heartiness of the bodies that filled them ...
