Company K instantly fell silent. Only the steady drone of our Signal Corps search radar broke the desolate stillness. But that didn't count, since it had hummed day and night, 24 hours on end, until it had become part of the stillness. A horsefly buzzed past my eyes, parting the shimmering heat waves like a tiny spaceship. The rash between my shoulder blades had awakened with the morning sun. A million tiny needles pricked my back and seemed to crawl around under my armpits. A faint breath of air from the swamp tinkled our dog tags as we waited for Sergeant Kowalski to finish the morning ritual...