The Spirit of an Angel (Chapter 4 - Rage of Anger, page 2 of 6)

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"Man, was he raised by wolves or something?" I asked.


I lay in my cot trying to sleep. I couldn't help but look at Flick's empty cot. The idea of him it the village kept gnawing at me. I thought of the young girl that was with Little Charley, Mai. She was there, could she be in danger? I was still puzzled over the attraction and feelings I had for her. I couldn't believe she could be a prostitute as Cincy had said, I wouldn't believe it. It was no use, I had to go, the spirit within me was calling, and there was no denying it.

I started getting the nervous shakes to the point of being out of control. I had to get a hold of myself. I quietly put on my gear. I grabbed my M-14 rifle and worked my way down the Hill.

I nearly made it past the bunker at the Hill's entrance. The two men inside saw me and motioned me over.

"Where you headed man?" The Marine asked.

"I need to get to the village and bring a Marine back in, is that okay?" I didn't know what else to say.

"You know the password?"

"No, I don't. Can you tell me?" I hoped he didn't detect my nervousness.

"It's 'Cornbread.' Make sure we hear you when you come back in or we're blow the shit out of you."

"Sure will, thanks." I headed on down off the Hill, which was concerning to me that it was so easy for one person to come and go off the Hill without a patrol. But I wasn't really surprised; I didn't think anything would surprise me anymore in this upside down war.

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