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“They moved into the rain forest a few minutes later; the captain was near the head of the column and MacGregor at the rear. Their destination was the village of Ban Suk, five kilometers away, on the bank of the Chao Neua River that wriggled through the area with a hundred twists. The enemy had recently transformed the old hamlet into a regional headquarters and, according to reports, had sequestered a horde of ammunition in her thatch huts.
They moved along level ground. The path was soft and spongy, without much undergrowth. MacGregor walked with rapid strides, his weapon felt light. He expected to reach Ban Suk with energy to spare.
They slowed down after a kilometer or so, stooping to avoid branches that grew across a path strewn with rocks and clotted with bulging, mossy roots. MacGregor felt as if he’d entered a cavern of sound: bird calls, the trill of insects, a leopard’s groan, the hissing of rivers and streams. He listened for the slightest noise that seemed out of place such as the swish of a branch or a mechanical click. His heart sank when he heard a snap like the breaking of a bough and then, near the head of the column, an abrupt, shattering explosion. A voice called out sharply that the point man had tripped a land mine. He froze for a second, then, like the others, dropped to one knee and pointed his rifle into the trees. The captain stood up after several minutes and ordered MacGregor and Corporal Andrews to tend to the wounded man. “I think he’s dead, sarge,” Andrews said after they carried him into the brush. “Nothin’ we can do for him now.”
― Testimonies
They moved along level ground. The path was soft and spongy, without much undergrowth. MacGregor walked with rapid strides, his weapon felt light. He expected to reach Ban Suk with energy to spare.
They slowed down after a kilometer or so, stooping to avoid branches that grew across a path strewn with rocks and clotted with bulging, mossy roots. MacGregor felt as if he’d entered a cavern of sound: bird calls, the trill of insects, a leopard’s groan, the hissing of rivers and streams. He listened for the slightest noise that seemed out of place such as the swish of a branch or a mechanical click. His heart sank when he heard a snap like the breaking of a bough and then, near the head of the column, an abrupt, shattering explosion. A voice called out sharply that the point man had tripped a land mine. He froze for a second, then, like the others, dropped to one knee and pointed his rifle into the trees. The captain stood up after several minutes and ordered MacGregor and Corporal Andrews to tend to the wounded man. “I think he’s dead, sarge,” Andrews said after they carried him into the brush. “Nothin’ we can do for him now.”
― Testimonies
