Not The Flat, nor The Plane nor The Horizontal. No. The Hill. See what we were up against? We were up against a hill. If only I'd worn crampons, I'd have shaved a couple of strokes off my score (not telling you my score).
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Was it like Hamburger Hill? Rife with lost Viet Cong and bunkered enlivened with Land mines?
ReplyDeleteA bit like that. More like the hill in The Thin Red Line, the one that goes on forever.
ReplyDelete