I remember one nightme and Hector were out by the Grande, Reds were moving troops south to cut the line of Miguel's encirclement. We watched them for a few hours from the trees, we were only about 300 metres away from them, but laying on the floor. We decided to leave and report back as it was soon to get light. Suddenly we hear a crack of a twig behind us, so we spin round and see fat Pancho loaded down with 4 Lee Enfields and a Garand. We hiss at him to get down as the last set of troops were passing at the time, he ducks down but trips and sends a shower of rocks and earth down the slope towards the red troops. They glance up, and we three try and bury ourselves in what little undergrowth was left. It felt like minutes pass as they scanned that hill looking for movement, and sweat was pouring from my body despite the early morning chill of the ground. Luckily, a garter snake slithered down the hill near where the landslide occured so they put it down to that and they carried on walking. Pancho wasn't popular for the next few days.
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