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The
______
never
slept
.
The
______
,
especially
at
night
.
Danny
got
used
to
distant
______
,
but
in
his
dark
bunk
,
the
most
paralyzing
was
the
unknown
.
An
invisible
______
that
wrapped
around
a
man
?
s
throat
and
whispered
,
will
never
come
for
you
.
The
guys
only
knew
each
other
for
a
few
months
.
Yet
,
since
their
tour
of
duty
began
,
together
they
?
d
survived
oppressive
heat
,
monsoons
and
mudslides
,
______
fire
,
and
the
soft
murmurs
of
uncertain
prayers
and
stifled
sobs
while
hiding
in
.
They
just
wanted
to
go
home
but
when
they
did
,
they
knew
they'd
never
be
whole
again
.
Typically
,
meant
reconnaissance
missions
through
knee
-
deep
,
swamps
in
torrential
downpours
.
One
morning
,
Danny
?
s
platoon
found
themselves
in
a
holding
position
near
an
______
village
.
Half
the
huts
were
burned
to
the
ground
.
The
rest
were
nearly
collapsed
,
roofs
sagged
like
tired
shoulders
.
Danny
knew
nothing
could
?
ve
survived
this
carnage
.
Persistent
seemed
to
be
nature
?
s
attempt
at
drowning
out
the
echoed
screams
from
the
previous
night's
attack
.
Rain
dripped
down
Danny
?
s
face
.
His
eyes
stung
from
the
cloying
,
acrid
.
A
cacophony
of
gunpowder
residue
,
mixed
with
the
repulsive
smell
of
rotting
eggs
and
decay
,
crept
behind
his
teeth
and
down
his
throat
.
After
an
hour
of
waiting
undercover
for
something
to
happen
,
there
was
a
sound
.
A
soft
scrape
.
Then
,
another
.
It
was
coming
from
behind
one
of
the
huts
.
Danny
was
positioned
the
closest
,
in
a
cluster
of
brush
.
He
froze
,
rifle
rising
to
his
shoulder
.
"
Easy
,
"
he
whispered
to
himself
.
Danny
waited
and
watched
.
Through
rivulets
of
water
pouring
down
from
what
was
left
of
a
thatched
roof
,
he
saw
movement
.
He
edged
out
into
the
open
,
boots
sinking
into
wet
silt
.
"
What
you
doin
?
,
pecker
-
head
?
"
his
staff
sergeant
hissed
.
Danny
uncharacteristically
ignored
him
and
moved
forward
.
Something
rustled
,
quick
and
nervous
.
He
braced
for
a
Viet
Cong
scout
,
a
wounded
civilian
,
anything
.
When
he
rounded
the
corner
of
the
half
-
standing
structure
,
Danny
let
out
a
long
-
held
breath
.
A
dog
,
more
of
a
puppy
,
was
cowering
near
a
broken
-
down
bamboo
fence
.
Thin
as
wire
,
ribs
jutted
like
half
-
buried
twigs
,
while
his
desperate
little
eyes
darted
around
for
an
escape
.
He
was
filthy
and
visibly
trembling
;
seeming
to
believe
death
was
imminent
.
Danny
slowly
lowered
his
rifle
and
yelled
,
"
A
-
OK
.
"
Then
,
"
Hello
little
guy
.
"
Instead
of
him
away
,
Danny
walked
back
to
the
dog
,
who
stood
waiting
,
tail
.
Danny
extended
a
cautious
hand
.
"
Come
here
,
buddy
,
you
?
re
safe
with
me
.
"
The
dog
had
no
reason
to
trust
anyone
.
Yet
,
something
in
Danny
?
s
voice
was
kind
,
as
if
his
words
were
fractured
around
their
edges
.
The
dog
allowed
Danny
to
lift
him
into
his
arms
.
After
a
beat
,
Danny
hoisted
him
up
on
his
shoulders
.
The
animal
less
than
his
pack
.
To
the
staff
sergeant's
eyerolls
and
,
Danny
carried
the
dog
all
the
way
back
to
the
barracks
.
That
first
night
,
as
rain
pelted
against
his
tent
like
tiny
fists
,
and
distant
lit
the
sky
with
orange
flashes
,
the
dog
stayed
by
the
tent
?
s
entrance
,
eyes
open
but
not
moving
from
his
spot
.
While
the
eight
soldiers
slept
in
their
dirty
bunks
,
the
dog
to
keep
vigil
.
Danny
was
somehow
comforted
by
this
new
,
little
presence
.
The
next
morning
,
the
dog
refused
to
leave
Danny
?
s
side
.
He
named
him
Tag
since
he
was
,
after
all
,
a
tag
-
along
but
more
so
,
the
soldiers
wore
sets
of
dog
-
tags
,
but
on
a
dog
,
he
reasoned
,
it
would
just
be
called
a
tag
.
Over
time
,
Tag
became
the
platoon
?
s
mascot
.
He
was
a
morale
boost
,
a
much
-
welcomed
distraction
,
so
far
away
and
from
their
loved
ones
.
Danny
didn
?
t
have
a
girlfriend
,
just
a
few
innocent
kisses
with
Laney
at
the
school
dances
.
As
soon
as
he
was
drafted
just
after
graduation
,
she
became
a
sweet
memory
a
world
away
.
He
wanted
to
write
to
her
,
but
he
didn
?
t
even
know
her
address
.
Danny
never
knew
his
dad
,
who
?
d
walked
out
when
his
Ma
got
pregnant
for
the
first
time
at
40
.
Ma
had
always
said
?
good
,
?
but
he
knew
growing
up
that
his
Ma
was
lonely
sometimes
,
even
though
she
tried
to
hide
it
.
So
,
he
wrote
her
letters
whenever
he
could
.
Dear
Ma
,
Found
me
a
buddy
out
here
.
little
mutt
.
You
?
d
like
him
?
skittish
at
first
,
but
he
warmed
up
.
I
named
him
Tag
because
he
thinks
he
?
s
a
soldier
.
He's
fast
and
he
?
s
so
darn
smart
.
He
hears
trouble
before
any
of
us
do
.
He
sleeps
on
my
boots
by
the
door
.
I
am
what
the
military
calls
Tag's
handler
.
It's
nice
to
have
something
to
care
about
out
here
.
We
even
made
him
a
collar
with
his
own
(
dog
)
tags
.
Get
it
?
Tag
-
funny
,
right
?
Hope
you
?
re
smiling
while
reading
this
,
maybe
even
laughing
a
bit
.
Tag
makes
us
laugh
.
And
yes
,
Ma
-
I
know
,
I
?
ll
be
19
soon
.
On
my
birthday
,
I
promise
like
we
did
every
year
back
home
,
I
?
ll
try
and
count
stars
in
the
night
sky
.
That
is
,
if
it
ever
stops
raining
.
And
I
?
ll
think
of
you
looking
at
those
same
stars
.
Funny
thing
how
stars
are
long
gone
when
we
see
them
.
I
like
thinking
about
things
like
that
.
When
I
come
home
,
I
?
ve
decided
I
?
m
going
to
enroll
in
the
local
.
Hope
you
?
re
well
.
Tell
everyone
I
said
hello
.
Love
you
and
miss
you
,
especially
you
?
re
cooking
.
Your
son
,
Danny
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