practice post

"Jesus, where in the hell are we? I've been in strange places before, but, this place is the pits. Dammit Jack, are you listening? Where are we? We must have fell in one of these Viet Cong tunnels that the Brass said to watch out for." He crouched down, leaning to one side, trying to see around the bend in the tunnel. "Get your rifle ready. There might be a whole platoon down here." He turned his head slowly looking down the tunnel to another bend and then back to Jack. "Jack, dammit, are you OK? Pick up your rifle. Oh, Jesus, what's wrong with you? The Cong might come around that corner any minute now, guns blazing. Come on. We got to get out of this rat hole."