Submitted by souperman on Dec. 31, 2018, 6:16 p.m.

Gooks

Charlie was close. Damn close.

I could feel his eyes on me. They pierced the jungle fog and rested upon the back of my neck. I made them press along anyway. Up the ever tightening river. I had to find the Colonel.

He was out here. Somewhere.

They said he chose to be here.

But they never said why.

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