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 ...
At the end of each day, the rifles are locked up in huge Conex containers sitting in front of the rifle range and are reissued each morning.
Posted March 16, 1989
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