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I
was
n't
in
too
bad
shape
when
I
checked
in
,
though
.
A
couple
of
rabbits
had
failed
to
stay
as
alert
as
I
was
,
so
I
did
n't
go
entirely
hungry
...
nor
entirely
naked
;
I
had
a
nice
warm
thick
coat
of
rabbit
fat
and
dirt
on
my
body
and
moccasins
on
my
feet
--
the
rabbits
having
no
further
use
for
their
skins
.
It
's
amazing
what
you
can
do
with
a
flake
of
rock
if
you
have
to
--
I
guess
our
cave-man
ancestors
were
n't
such
dummies
as
we
usually
think
.
The
others
made
it
,
too
,
those
who
were
still
around
to
try
and
did
n't
resign
rather
than
take
the
test
--
all
except
two
boys
who
died
trying
Then
we
all
went
back
into
the
mountains
and
spent
thirteen
days
finding
them
,
working
with
copters
overhead
to
direct
us
and
all
the
best
communication
gear
to
help
us
and
our
instructors
in
powered
command
suits
to
supervise
and
to
check
rumors
--
because
the
Mobile
Infantry
does
n't
abandon
its
own
while
there
is
any
thin
shred
of
hope
.
Then
we
buried
them
with
full
honors
to
the
strains
of
"
This
Land
Is
Ours
"
and
with
the
posthumous
rank
of
PFC
,
the
first
of
our
boot
regiment
to
go
that
high
--
because
a
cap
trooper
is
n't
necessarily
expected
to
stay
alive
(
dying
is
part
of
his
trade
)
...
but
they
care
a
lot
about
how
you
die
.
It
has
to
be
heads
up
,
on
the
bounce
,
and
still
trying
.
Breckinridge
was
one
of
them
;
the
other
was
an
Aussie
boy
I
did
n't
know
.
They
were
n't
the
first
to
die
in
training
;
they
were
n't
the
last
.
He
's
bound
to
be
guilty
'
r
he
would
n't
be
here
!
Starboard
gun
...
FIRE
!
Shooting
's
too
good
for
'
im
,
kick
the
louse
out
!
Port
gun
...
FIRE
!
Ancient
chanty
used
to
time
saluting
guns
