Tim O'Brien - The Things They Carried

The warning pain nagged in Unk's head again. Dutifully, Unk strangled the man at the stake — choked him until the man's face was purple and his tongue stuck Out. Unk stepped back, came to attention, did a smart about-face and returned to his place in ranks — again accompanied by the snare drum in his head: Rented a tent, a tent, a tent; ................
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