Most of us were southern boys, from cotton towns, where young people seldom expected more than Saturday nights at drive in movies. Who would wear their high school letter jackets years after they had graduated. We had walked twenty miles to a secured area by a tree lined, murkey brown river. The men dropped their rifles and undressed, and were splashing around like boys. I lay down in a cool area under a tree. I woke a half hour later, to giggling and laughter. They were being entertained by...
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