Now after a few days had past HQ's again received information of a "potential" threat of a flotilla and possible beachhead at Boggy I.
Now I had already written this off as we had attempted earlier in the year (see May reports) and the Vietfrogs were nowhere to be seen (or were they?).
So were back to where this story started Scout and me have just slipped into the blackness of a swamp, the blackness that a dense covering of Cypress trees and thickets of Palmettos can give.
As we move in I pan the beam of my light across the grassy flat of Boggy I and see several sets of menacing eyes of gators.
One of my biggest fears, and yes even tough men like the F.R.O.G team have fears that grip them, even paralyze them in their minds if not driven out.
Mine is that continuing dream or nightmare would better describe it, of a gator lunging up from under the covering of the grass beds as I move silently through.