Them Bones

THE BOX XVII

Smith’s Diary

This will be it.

The diary goes in the box with the official stuff and the beacon. I hope someone finds it.

It is quiet out there, and a starry night.

They are out there, more of them than we ever thought there could be. They seem to have been coming for days, from all directions, and now they are ready.

They mean to kill us all, or make slaves of us – whatever it is they do.

I can’t blame them, but I don’t want to die either, so far away from everything. We will kill each other tomorrow.

Hennesey is ready. God have mercy on us, and them too. We can’t help being what we are. Neither can they.

We tried.

DA FORM 12003

18 April am

Pres dty

34

KIA

76

KLdy

8

MIA

13 B. F. Jones /M. Smith

MLDyAst Sta Chief /CWO1 RA

2 CIA /act Comm.

AWOL Civilian contgt/US Army Gp.

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