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Show 181 something they weren't used to. It all made pretty good sense to Red. Some Sx Japanese had already started clean-up on the outskirts of the jungle and they had to take care of them. That was the first time he got to think about any of it. Red got the feeling like it was already over, that he was already dead, and he sat behind a bush watching the brown men with strange voices forage through the foilage looking for someone like him to kill, and he held them in sight sometimes for minutes x at a time, following them, thinking about the medals he got for hitting targets in boot camp in San Diego, thinking about them as targets and thinking that there was no future, there was no future, and knowing that all there was between the Japanese soldier and the end was the pressure of his finger, and then the lightening. And when they came to the edge of the jungle again and began firing on the Japanese, and the heard the cry of their voices as they hit the barriers that he had lain behind not too long ago in the night, he thought of his dream of bees, and a little story he had to read in grade school about a colony of ants invading a beehive, about the ants dying on the legs of bees but slowly, slowly overcoming them, pulling the legs off the bees and advancing slowly toward the queen. So when the Japanese did what he did not expect, and left the xxxx barriers of the depot and advanced in swarms toward the edge of the jungle, he did what they did not expect and moved into the opening. He could see bullets. He felt explosions in his flesh. He advanced like an engine, his kii blood pouring like hot black oil. And then he was among them and they beat on him like a thousand Union Dirty Xx Men, clinging to his arms and legs, tearing at him with the blades of their bayonets until there xxx was nothing left of anything, nothing at all, he could barely hear the roar of gxxg gunfire behind him or the drone of planes in the sky. |