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It was an open line, and probably confined to the platoons of A CompanyTwo men were talking in voices so low that he strained to hear them
"Walk it up another fifty and then bring it back
"You sure there're Japs?"
"I swear I heard them talking
Croft stared tensely across the riverThe moon had come out, and the strands of beach on either side of the stream were shining with a silver glowThe jungle wall on the other side looked impenetrable
The mortars fired again behind him with a cruel flat soundHe watched the shells land in the jungle, and then creep nearer to the river in successive volleysA mortar answered from the Japanese side of the river, and about a quarter of a mile to the left Croft could hear several machine guns spattering at each other, the uproar deep and irregularCroft picked up wholesale chanel jewelry the phone and whistled into it"Wilson," he whispered"Wilson!" There was no answer and he debated whether to walk over to Wilson's holeSilently Croft cursed him for not noticing the phone, and then berated himself for not having discovered it before he briefed the othersHe looked out across the riverFine sergeant I am, he told himself
His ears were keyed to all the sounds of the night, and from long experience he sifted out the ones that were meaninglessIf an animal rustled in its hole, he paid no attention; if some crickets chirped, his ear disregarded themNow he picked a muffled slithering sound which he knew could be made only by men moving through a thin patch of jungleHe peered across the river, trying to determine where the foliage was least denseAt a point between his gun and Wilson's there was hermes kelly handbag a grove of a few coconut trees sparse enough to allow men to assemble; as he stared into that patch of wood, he was certain he heard a man moveCroft's mouth tightenedHis hand felt for the bolt of the machine gun, and he slowly brought it to bear on the coconut groveThe rustling grew louder; it seemed as if men were creeping through the brush on the other side of the river to a point opposite his gunTiny charges seemed to pulse through his limbs and his head was as empty and shockingly aware as if it had been plunged into a pail of freezing waterHe wet his lips and shifted his position slightly, feeling as though he could hear the flexing of his muscles
The Jap mortar fired again and he startedThe shells were falling by the next platoon, the sound painful and jarring to himHe stared out on the moonlit chanel purses river until his eyes deceived him; he began to think he could see the heads of men in the dark swirls of the currentCroft gazed down at his knees for an instant and then across the river againHe looked a little to the left or right of where he thought the Japanese might be; from long experience he had learned a man could not look directly at an object and see it in the darknessSomething seemed to move in the grove, and a new trickle of sweat formed and rolled down his backHe twisted uncomfortablyCroft was unbearably tense, but the sensation was not wholly unpleasant
He wondered if Wilson had noticed the sounds, and then in answer to his question, there was the loud unmistakable clicking of a machine gun boltTo Croft's keyed senses, the sound echoed up and down the river, and he was furious that chloe Wilson should have revealed his positionThe rustling in the brush became louder and Croft was convinced he could hear voices whispering on the other side of the riverHe fumbled for a grenade and placed it at his feet
Then he heard a sound which pierced his fleshSomeone called from across the river, "Yank, Yank!" Croft sat numbThe voice was thin and high-pitched, hideous in a whisper"That's a Jap," Croft told himselfHe was incapable of moving for that instant
"Yank!" It was calling to himWe you coming-to-get, Yank
The night lay like a heavy stifling mat over the riverCroft tried to breathe
"We you coming-to-get, Yank
Croft felt as if a hand had suddenly clapped against his back, traveled up his spine over his skull to clutch at the hair on his forehead"Coming to get you, Yank," he heard himself tiffany jewelry us whisper
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