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A fragile breeze stirred against his face and he...

Posted on Thursday, May 6, 2010 at 10:20 PM
A fragile breeze stirred against his face and he thought with longing of the beach and the pleasantly chill ocean water, the palm trees silhouetted against the shoreSomewhere in the jungle miles away from him something was happening to the JapaneseMaybe their G-3 was sitting on the can now too But something was wrong with themThe Jap corpses lately looked skinnierAll these islands were supposed to be blockaded, not getting any supplies, but of course you could never depend on the Navy to tell the truth on thatWhy did he have to make these decisions? He lost track of the minutes listening to the rapt absorptive buzzing of the flies under the latrine boardsOne or two whipped against his tiffany co jewelry naked flanks and he grunted with displeasureThey damn sure needed a new latrine He lifted himself, did a makeshift job with the sodden paper which had become drenched in the night's rainThere ought to be some better way of making a cover for it than to use a NoThe Major tried to think of some other way to keep the paper dryWhat a lazy day it was He got up and stopped off at officers' mess to get a can of iced beer"How're you doin', Major?" one of the cooks askedSomething was bothering him"Oh, yeah, listen, O'Brien, I been gettin' the GIs againYou keeping your pots clean?" "You ought to know, Major He grunted again, looked about under the tent at the empty wooden tables, the fake fendi handbags benches flanking themThe gray metal officers' dishes were already laid out"You oughtn't to make the setting too early," the Major said"It just lets the flies horse around on them "Okay, do something about it He waited until O'Brien started collecting the plates, and then walked across the bivouac to the operations tentHe saw a few enlisted men lying in their pup tents, and it irritated himHe was wondering which platoon they were in when he remembered the reportHe moved toward the operations tent, picked up the phone, and ordered Windmill to send a platoon fully equipped up to the deserted Jap bivouac"And lay some wire right with themI want a report in half an hour "They won't get there fendi chocolate b mix bag till then "That's all rightThe moment they occupy it, you let me know Time dragged by under the heated canvasThe Major was desperately uneasy, hoping secretly that the platoon had to turn backBut still if they were able to move in, what then? He called up the commander of the reserve battalion from the 460th and told him to alert a company for movement within an hour "I'll have to take them off the road "Take them off," the Major growledIf it all came to nothing, the work of a company of men would be lost on the road for a half dayAnd yet there was nothing else he could doBecause if the platoon could occupy the center of the Toyaku Line he would have to exploit itThe Major was balenciaga knockoff working on axioms now Windmill phoned him forty-five minutes later and told him that the platoon had advanced without incident and was holding the Japanese groundDalleson picked his nose with his thick forefinger, trying to see across the jungle through the foliage heated by the intense morning sun "Okay, move up the rest of your company except for a squad, and you can leave the kitchen behindYou got rations?" "YesBut what about my rear and flanks? We're going to be stuck a thousand yards ahead of Charley and Fox "I'm taking care of thatYou just move up, you can get them all there in an hour After he had hung up, the Major groaned to himselfNow everything would have to be moved black chanel quilted bag arou

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