| WHIP!)
You're all fuggin whores, he... 359 |
[Mar. 3rd, 2010|04:36 am] |
WHIP!)
You're all fuggin whores, he thinks
His ancestors pushed and labored and strained, drove their oxen, sweated their women, and moved a thousand miles
He pushed and labored inside himself and smoldered with an endless hatred
(You're all a bunch of fuggin whores)
(You're all a bunch of dogs)
(You're all deer to track)
I HATE EVERYTHING WHICH IS NOT IN MYSELF
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THE BATTLE that began on the night of the storm carried over well into the next afternoonThe attack recon had repulsed was only one of many similar assaults that sputtered up and down the river for hours, and ended at last in a breathless and dreary stalemateAlmost every one of the line companies was involved at one time or another, and each time the pattern was repeatedA group of thirty or fifty or a hundred Japanese would try to cross the river against a squad or platoon of American soldiers, entrenched in foxholes with automatic weaponsThat night the Japanese had struck first at Cummings's left flank near the water, and then at dawn had engaged the two companies near the mountain bluffs where recon held the extreme right flankAfter both had failed, Toyaku attacked in early daylight the center of the line, and succeeded in giving one company a bad mauling, and forced another to retreat almost back to 2nd Battalion headquartersThe General, still at headquarters battery of the |
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