2nd Infantry Division
Camp Casey, 15 km from the DMZ
Mungo’s Detachment, Under-Eye
Dongducheon, South Korea
0700 hours Sierra
Comment of the Moment: Slover screamed, a terrified “Eyah!”
On the morning agreed upon, Mungo’s crew had finished breakfast and had drawn their weapons and supplies. Now they were walking in front of the Regimental HQ building toward the CQ shack to meet Aleumdaun and the scooters. Slover and Dude were standing apart from the group. Slover was looking intently at an area a few yards to the side of the HQ building.
Mungo called to him, “Slover, Dude, get your heads out. Get over here so that we’re all on the same page.”
Slover replied, “It did it again.”
Dude said, “Yep. It did.”
Mungo asked, “What did what?”
Slover pointed, “That puddle over there. It shot a little bubble of water up in the air.”
Mungo growled, “Oh, come on, Slover, get your head out of your ass, and you and Dude get over here.”
“No, please, Top. Look at it now. The water’s disappearing.” He took the SAW from his shoulder, handed it to Dude, and walked the ten yards to where the water had disappeared. He said, “Look, it’s gone.”
He gingerly stepped into the mud and slowly walked to where he had seen the water bubble up. He said, “Look, there’s a hole there where the water disappeared.”
Then Slover screamed a terrified, “Help! He threw his hands into the air in surprise, and disappeared straight down into a widening hole.
Mungo shouted, “What the hell?”
Dude blurted, “Jeez...