"We made our way down the street and arrived at the first intersection where one of the soldiers, who under the dark street lights looked to be only about 15 years old, placed his hand on my chest as a warning to stop. The other officer pulled a whistle strung to his hat and blew, a high pitch ring that shot through the tense night air. Within a second or two a reciprocal whistle came from up the road, and upon hearing it we crossed. At the second...
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