Posted by: Jennifer Martinez on: Sunday, 29 October 2006
More from Major Plaster’s Secret Commandos: (page 104) “In the stillness of noon, as they sat back to back eating rice, they heard an NVA tracker creeping in on them through tinder-dry bamboo sheaves, crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch-crunch, sounding like he was crushing potato chips. It was silent for a half minute, then click-he snapped off his AK’s [...]