|"My hand stings like a bastard, and my
head... Christ, blood swamps my left eye. My helmet's gone. Lost
my weapon when I tried to stop a bullet with the palm of my
hand. I keep my head down. I hardly dare to breathe.
Then I hear them -- the VC -- yakking a mile a minute. Caca
dau, caca dau. They swarm us like goddamn blowflies. Four, five,
six of them slide out of the jungle, eager to take our weapons,
steal our uniforms, kill us."