The story describes the sounds of phantom boots marching in the night during the Vietnam War. Legend says the boots that made a "thump, thump, thumping" sound as they marched did not always have soldiers inside them. The narrator recounts his first experience hearing the disembodied boots marching behind him in the dark. Though he could not find the source, footprints in the mud abruptly stopped where he had heard the boots. The story suggests the phantom boots still march at night, bringing an eerie comfort to soldiers' loneliness.
The story describes the sounds of phantom boots marching in the night during the Vietnam War. Legend says the boots that made a "thump, thump, thumping" sound as they marched did not always have soldiers inside them. The narrator recounts his first experience hearing the disembodied boots marching behind him in the dark. Though he could not find the source, footprints in the mud abruptly stopped where he had heard the boots. The story suggests the phantom boots still march at night, bringing an eerie comfort to soldiers' loneliness.
The story describes the sounds of phantom boots marching in the night during the Vietnam War. Legend says the boots that made a "thump, thump, thumping" sound as they marched did not always have soldiers inside them. The narrator recounts his first experience hearing the disembodied boots marching behind him in the dark. Though he could not find the source, footprints in the mud abruptly stopped where he had heard the boots. The story suggests the phantom boots still march at night, bringing an eerie comfort to soldiers' loneliness.
The story describes the sounds of phantom boots marching in the night during the Vietnam War. Legend says the boots that made a "thump, thump, thumping" sound as they marched did not always have soldiers inside them. The narrator recounts his first experience hearing the disembodied boots marching behind him in the dark. Though he could not find the source, footprints in the mud abruptly stopped where he had heard the boots. The story suggests the phantom boots still march at night, bringing an eerie comfort to soldiers' loneliness.
Thats the sound the boots made as they marched up toward the foggy moon in the dead of the night. While the enemy slept, the boots trudged on, carrying men forward as if they were nothing but a shadow. All was silent apart from the calls of the jungle, and the thump, thump, thumping of those boots. Legend has it that some of those boots didnt carry any men at all. The bloody boots of the deceased were exposed to some gnarly chemicals; Orange, White, and Blue werent just colors in Vietnam. I remember my first encounter with the unmanned boots. Rodney, Mike, is that you? I whispered into the darkness. I could hear the thump, thump, thumping right behind me, a lot closer to me than most men would care to get to another. Hey, you better not be tryin to pull one over on me. But there was no reply, just the unmistakable thump, thump, thumping of those boots. I reached behind hurriedly, fumbling all around, almost tripping over what I presume was a root. You alright Jimmy? a voice calls out in front of me. Yeah, Im okay. But I wasnt okay, not with the phantom thump, thump, thumping nippin at my heels. After that long night the sun finally peaked out over the horizon. I turned to see the source of the thump, thump, thumping, but I realized that I was at the end of the line the entire night. There was no man behind me, only footprints in the mud, abruptly stopping where I first looked back into the sunlight. But I knew as soon as darkness fell, the thump, thump, thumping would return. After a while, it became almost an eery comfort to my loneliness. It was last night a new recruit, Roger was his name, was at the back of the line for the first time. Jimmy, Jimmy! You there Jimmy? he called out. He then let out a forced breath, and Im sure that if I could have seen anything, I would have witnessed a look of rabid bewilderment in his eyes. He was hearing the thump, thump, thumping of those boots.