Oh for one true sentence. That may not even have been an actual sentence.
Hemingway said it.
I think I was sitting in the library at Westminster College in Fulton, Missouri when Il
learned of Hemingway’s death.
We were preparing for the pig hunt on Guam. We wore our coolest and most protective gear.
We had an early morning start to the west of the antenna array at Naval Communications Station, Guam.
We soon found ourselves in the midst of what we called “elephant grass.”
It was thick and about ten feet high. You could not move in it. We fought it for about a half hour and then decided to abandon this place.
We drove to another part of the island and began our search for the Wild Boar there.
We tromped around in the jungle and the heat began to swelter. We made it to about 11:30 AM.
It was shortly after that that I began to feel ill. I was dizzy, had a fever and no energy. I later found out that Darrell felt the same. I don’t know if it was from an insect bite or brushing against some vegetation.
The bush is full of mysteries.