I Was A Marine In Okinawa, It Wore My Friend's Body

A retired Marine corporal, twelve years out of service, breaks his nondisclosure agreement to tell the truth about a seventy-two hour operation in the Northern Training Area on Okinawa in two thousand thirteen. His fire team was attached to a JSDF unit conducting what the brief called a Joint Containment Support Mission. What they were containing was never explained.What came out of the canopy that night used voices. It used the voices of mothers. Of dead brothers. Of wives at home. It learned them somehow. It used them well.Three Marines walked into the forest. Two walked out. One came home in a sealed casket. One never came back the right way at all.A first-person Marine horror story for the long nights. Read by a real human voice, not a machine.