Two days later, the group finally started marching again.
This time they headed east, towards the LZs and all the way to the border itself if necessary, to communicate by short-range radio.
That’s right.
That possibility did exist and since Ortega wasn’t the least bit naïve, he always preferred to consider all the possible worst-case scenarios he could come up with.
Whatever would end up happening that day however, they were moving towards Vietnam at last.
Their journey home had finally begun.