Bergman looks to his men, prideful of their obedience and discipline after long 7 years, they were a great example of be a marine.
Soon the job was terminated and the meat was being roasted in a bonfire in the center of the hall where the smog arrive to the sky, thanks to the hole in the ceiling.
Meanwhile a group of men were moving a pair of boxes putting it in a ordered for be chairs and a table.
The lieutenant immediately seat in the principal chair waiting to the rest of the platoon finish their jobs, for finally rest how group and forget for a moment the fact of be abandoned in this island
-Walcott comes down the dinner its ready- yells the sergeant with its characteristic voice
- Sergeant Nguyen take a rest, you really deserve it. .- Responds Bergman noticing again to his sergeant be so occupied.
Soon the 13 men are comfy accommodated in their t improvised chair around the table, all of them are happy besides the fact that their dinner only consist in crab, some kind of fruit and water
In the chairs of honor the Lt. Bergman, the Sgt. Nguyen and the corporal Collins the rest, the still brave and in well form: Prescott, Walcott, Torres, Powell, Whitney, O’Neil, Hobbs, McCormick, Fleming and Russo have a little time for talk how friends and plane for tomorrow. How always, all Sundays a special group of 4 will go to collect water in a near pond.
Finally the night come on and the darkness descends over the island meaning what was time for the nocturnal predators for come for their prey.
How was routine, they extinguish the fire and put special dry leafs over it for make the odor of that smoke covers the human essence. But the task most dangerous was being the nocturnal guard and make guard in a special post above in the summit of the hill. Even if the man will be using camouflage was a hazardous task for anyone, fortunately for them this night was turn of Prescott what besides of be doubtful at beginning, one order of the Lieutenant was enough for him for escalate the rope ladder to the outside darkness.
When the marine was finally in the surface, he starts immediately with cover the hole with leafs and after that he enters in the post, what was a simply wood box covered with earth and remainders of vegetation. The post was small, cold and uncomfortable but Prescott was more than accustomed to this conditions.
In the exterior the moon unlighted the dry landscape filled with hills and reduced vegetation, besides the sound of insects and the occasional screeching from some birds the night was calm and cold.
The marine with his binoculars observe the sea and the other summits in search of threats, but after a long hour the only thing what c all his attention it’s a reflex, far away in the horizon, where he knows was located the remains of the three plains what sadly clashed in this infernal island long time ago. With that in mind he change his head to the bottom of the valley where in middle of nowhere twenty-eight graves were excavated and marked with rough crosses of wood, Twenty –one were for the accident the rest were comrades lost in action.
Prescott return his glance to his task, treating of not thinking in so depressive things, what show be soon a completely failure, sadly for him, the labor was first. Soon the valiant man was fighting against other enemy, the sleep, but be in nervous state, waiting for a danger coming from the darkness was a good motive for be awake. Finally…
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