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Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:
Chapter 21:
Chapter 22:
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Chapter 1: Moro Rebellion
“Glory is fleeting but obscurity is forever.“
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NOVEMBER, 1916, MINDANAO, PHILIPPINE ISLANDS
First Lieutenant Edmund “Ned” du Pont led his U.S. Army horse platoon in single file through tangled swamp on the north coast of Mindanao Island. As the patrol slogged forward along the narrow path, the stench of rotting undergrowth filled the air. Off to the left, he noticed a dark-skinned Filipino native in mud-smeared black pantaloons emerge from the neck-high razor grass. The Filipino looked him straight in the eye, a broad smile on his face, one arm hidden behind his back and obscured by the tall grass.
Ned raised his rifle to cover the intruder, but as he did, a spear hurtled through the air from behind with a sinister whoosh, plunging through his left shoulder. Six inches of its long thin blade now protruded through the bloody front of his khaki tunic. He felt a surge of adrenalin-fed energy and, informed by years of training and hard-won experience, calculated how best to lead his men to defeat the ambush.
Suddenly a rifle shot rang out close beside him and he saw the Moro in pantaloons fall backward before he could swing his double-edged kris. Ned spurred his horse forward, shouting orders to direct the platoon’s fire at the dozen or more Moros lining the path, a motley assortment of bandits clad in loosely fitting trousers and jackets of black or brown, adorned with brightly colored sashes and chest armor of tightly woven rattan.