COVERT. COCAINE. COLOMBIA. ANOTHER MISSION. ANOTHER WAR. ANOTHER
FACE-OFF WITH DEATH ...
"I took my belt kit off and got down on my belly. All I had with me was
my pistol as I kitten-crawled toward the perimeter. I put my hands out,
put pressure on my elbows, and pushed myself forward with the tips of my
toes. Six inches at a time, I moved through the undergrowth. I
stopped, lifted my head from the dirt of the jungle floor, looked and
listened. I heard my own breath, and it sounded a hundred times louder
than anything around me. The leaves crackled more than they normally
would; everything was magnified ten times in my mind. I inched forward
again. It took an hour to cover twenty meters.