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If a branch extended out too far, each man held it back for the next, and if they met a low overhang, each warned the other.
The gentle whir of each footstep left him more naked than before, until he felt his unprotected flesh tremble, chilled by each new sound.
The shapes of the men ahead of him lacked solidity, as if the whip had stripped them of their very flesh.
The dark forms moved like mourners on some nocturnal pilgrimage, their dirge unsung for want of vocal chords.
Clumps of brush that they passed were so many enchained demons straining in anger to tear and gnaw on his bones.
Warren thought of all the men out that night who, like himself, had left their protective ridge and -- fear working at their guts -- picked their way into the area beyond.
From the east to the west coast of the Korean peninsula was a strip of land in which fear-filled men were at that same moment furtively crawling through the night, sitting in sweaty anticipation of any movement or sound, or shouting amidst confused rifle flashes and muzzle blasts.
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