Staying on the path

MANY YEARS AGO I went through infantry training in the Carolinas. A lot of the training took place at night. These night maneuvers always left me with an "up-in-the-air" feeling. I was never quite sure, for instance, if, when moving through the woods at night and jumping into a foxhole, I'd meet up with a friendly—or not so friendly—copperhead.

Then there was the issue of not being able to see clearly. It was also a swampy area, and you could get into a rough situation if you didn't stay on firm ground.

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