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During a long
patrol or operation in the bush, there was often a lot of time
for reflecting. (How did I get myself into this mess? How will I
get myself out of this mess? What's for dinner?) There was little
chit-chat. A lot of moaning, groaning and bitching, of course,
but most topics of conversation were left to the long boring
hours of the late afternoon and evening.
What was often most important to the grunt when he got a break
from the humping in the bush was that moment of silent reverie,
such as the one Dave Bartosek of Pittsburgh enjoys here. Often
we'd just look at one another and smile, or simply stare past
the physical world and focus on the bliss of oblivion. Of
course, at that time, none of us understood what it was we were
doing or why. We simply enjoyed sitting there and doing nothing.
And it often led to us nodding off. (Please
see photo No. 14.)
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