Max inspected some of the makeshift graves. There were all kinds- writing in Chinese, Vietnamese, French, English- and some of them were so old, practically falling to pieces if he dared touch them.
And then he too heard the vehicles overhead and his first instinct was to run.
These could technically be American choppers- probably were, and didn't he want to go home? But there was something horribly wrong in the air, a meance about them. He did not want to be seen down here.
He had not heard Pru's comment- how could he, they being so far from each other- but he did know there were caves in these jungles somewhere, as the others had talked about them.
He didn't expect what he saw when he found one tho. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"
And then he too heard the vehicles overhead and his first instinct was to run.
These could technically be American choppers- probably were, and didn't he want to go home? But there was something horribly wrong in the air, a meance about them. He did not want to be seen down here.
He had not heard Pru's comment- how could he, they being so far from each other- but he did know there were caves in these jungles somewhere, as the others had talked about them.
He didn't expect what he saw when he found one tho. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me!"
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