The Run

THE RUN There can be no silence in a dark vegetated jungle when you run to evade; unseen trees and brush mark by sound your route. The run is but a slow walk pressing through dense cover; their run can be no faster they are just many more. Each clearing you speed maybe call for a red flare, a red star to gauge position, and maybe a couple more. Set a target, call a volley, interrupt Charles’ progress, give more space to run; space to cut a quick turn. Run till they lose your trail, go to ground and wait, could be they will pass by; then run again for daylight. With luck you get the LZ first before escape can be closed; without luck you continue to run until exhaustion then run no more. You make your lonely stand on unknown lonely ground, the trees your only memorial, you will vanish into the land, and there find your eternal rest.