I nod in silent greeting to the grim-faced sentry as he checks us out through the gap in the crisscrossed pattern of barbed wire. His lips move as he counts to himself. Fourteen of us ...
Sergeant Bruner marches them off to wooden bleachers that face a chalkboard. Another sergeant arrives to teach a class in defensive tactics.
Posted March 16, 1989
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