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Early that day Matsuo saw a marine.
The enemy came looming around a bend in the trail and Matsuo took a hasty shot, then fled without knowing the result, ran until breath was a pain in his chest and his legs were rubbery.
As his feet slowed, he felt ashamed of the panic and resolved to make a stand.
He crossed the next meadow and climbed a tree where the jungle trail resumed.

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