'd been family incest sex scared out of my wits from the first rumble of the mortars to the moment a merciful flock of Army choppers filled with hulking green berets cleared the jungle and whisked us away. Two months later, I was with a fresh group of recons. It wasn't any better. You get the idea. I know what it's like to be afraid. But now, listening to the gutteral howls of an ancient siren's song emanating incest stories from Ellen's and Roger's throats, I felt a fear I'd never known. I can't tell you why I felt that way; I don't know. I'd never heard anything like it.
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