He stood outside the Camp Noyo kitchen, a rickety wood structure, his back to the camera, his gaze fixed on a small window reflecting a knot of branches. He wore a dark jacket, though because of the camera’s night vision, it gleamed white. His pants had split in the rear, and he’d tucked the ankles into pulled-up socks, pseudo-military-style. In his right hand, he clutched a rifle, as large as anything in the movies.
A few weeks ago, when the mission was still a dark fantasy, their pal Scott had warned them: “What we’re doing, you know, is dangerous. We could be hurt, we could be shot by these knuckleheads, we could be thrown in prison for the rest of our lives.” David Brutsche didn’t flinch. “I’m willing to give my life for this,” he said.
“You don’t realize how much you hear of yourself,” said Jacob Job, a dark-haired beanpole in a brownish T-shirt and olive cargo shorts. “Your breathing, your clothes moving, your joints popping, the sound of you swallowing.” Only by staying quiet — melt-into-the-forest quiet, hear-twigs-snap-and-insects-buzz quiet — could we find the distinctive trill that had so far eluded him.
This piece was part of the issue "Listen," a finalist for a National Magazine Award in the Single-Topic Issue category.
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