gun.â
The chaplain looked at me, and I knew he would not pretend to understand. I had read most of the mysteries in the hospital library and the tremors were subsiding and the cast was due to be removed the next day. I would be pronounced healthy, recovered, able-bodied, fit for duty. I would be returned to my unit. They would be in the bush, I had been told, out on a a search-and-destroy. I could fly out to join them on the supply chopper. Everyone would be happy to see me.
8
Tropical rain, the rain that begins suddenly in downpour, drilled across the face of palm fronds and gushed out of trees, vibrated across my helmet. The firefight ended as suddenly as the rain began and I had given the man I was with two Syrettes of morphine, one in each arm, and laced two battle dressings over his thigh wound, one on top of the other. The blood was still soaking through.
He motioned me closer and I took my helmet off so I could hear him. The rain slowed to a whisper and ran out of my hair and he spoke into my ear: Thatâs bone blood down there.
I turned my head to look at him. âYou mean did you get hit in the bone?â
âI mean thatâs marrow blood running out of me now,â he said. âYou get that kind of bleeding you done for.â
âYouâre going straight out of here,â I said. âWeâre going straight out of here together.â
âWe may get out of here,â he said, âbut a man draws bone blood he be bleeding forever.â He looked at me, lips drawn tight over his teeth, and said, âHe be bleeding forever, you hear me?â
The rain stopped and the forest clicked as water fell into groundcover and we stared at each other, his eyes flickering in
disappearing light. Mist filtered, smoke and constant drip. In the distance, the hoarse choke of approaching helicopters.
âChoppers coming,â I said. âWeâre on the way.â
âGonna bleed the rest of my life,â he hissed. âGonna be coming right out of my bones all the rest of my life. You hear what Iâm saying?â
I looked at him and the sound of the helicopters grew closer. âI hear what youâre saying,â I whispered.
9
Waiting for sun. Rain coming. The top sergeant who lost six toes to frostbite and three fingers to a grenade at Cochin Reservoir in Korea said, âGo on out there, fellas, make sure thereâs none of our guys left out there.â
Linderman and I looked out at the hillside from the bunker porthole.
Top said, âWe ainât leaving none of our guys out there.â
Linderman glanced at me and said, âYeah, what if we go out there and end up like some of those dudes laying on the ground? You thought of that, Top? I ainât going out there for no goddam stroll.â
The Top sat down on a sandbag, sighed, said, âThatâs whatâs wrong these days. No goddam cooperation. Trying to run a war with assholes like you. I must really be too old for this shit. Timesâve changed too much on me.â
âChrist,â Linderman said, âhere we go.â
âWhen I joined the army things were different,â the Top said. âYes sir.â
âTop,â Linderman said. âYouâre breaking my heart. You know that?â
The Top reflected. âProbably all you guys on dope,â he said. âCanât run a war on dope.â
âShit,â Linderman said, âgive me a break.â
âSo we just gonna leave our boys out there? That coulda been you out there, Linderman. Tomorrow it probably will be. So I can just write to your mother, Hey, no sweat, your boy donât care if his body turns to shit out there in no-manâs-land.â
Linderman moved to the porthole, not responding, looking at the corpses on the hillside.
âWe can just let the rats chew on your worthless bones,â the Top said, standing up. âSo give me a fucking break, Linderman. Iâll go out
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