'This fuckin' place will git me yet,' said a black old salt, with a dozen or so stripes on his sleeve, and enough wound ribbons to have bled out a platoon.
'Ain't you short?' someone asked.
'I ain't as short as the lance corporal,' he said, winking at Donny, with whom he'd struck up a bantering relationship on the flight over from Kadena Air Force Base on Okie.
'If I was as short as him, I'd twist an ankle and head straight for sick bay.'
'He's a hero,' the other lifer said.
'He ain't going in no sick bay.'
The old black sarge pulled him aside.
'Don't you be takin' no bad-ass chances in the bush, you hear?' the man said.
'Two and days, Fenn? Shit, don't git busted up. It ain't worth it. This shit-hole place ain't worth a thing if you ain't a career sucker gittin' the ticket punched one more time. Don't let the Man git you.'
'I copy.'
'Now git over to reception and git your grunt ass squared away.'
'Peace,' said Donny, flashing the sign.
The sergeant looked around, saw no one close enough to overhear or overlook, and flashed the sign back.
'Peace and freedom and all that good shit, bro,' he said with a wink.
Donny hit reception with his sea bag, to arrange temporary quarters for the night and the soonest chopper hop back to Dodge City.
He felt .. . good. A week on Maui with Julie. Oh, Christ, who wouldn't feel good? Could it have been any better? Swagger had slipped him an envelope as he'd choppered out after debriefing, and he'd been stunned to discover a thousand dollars cash, with instructions to bring none of it back. Why would Swagger do such a thing? It was so generous, so spontaneous--just a strange-ass way of doing things.
It was--well, a young man back from the war with his beautiful young wife, in the paradise of Hawaii, under a hot and purifying sun, flush with money and possibility and so short he could finally, after three years and nine months and days, see the end. See it.
/ made it.
I'm out.
She said, 'It's almost too cruel. We could have this and then you could get killed.'
'No. That's not how it works. The NVA fights twice a year, in the spring and fall. They fought their big spring offensive, and now they're all stuck up in a siege around An Loc City, fighting the ARVN way down near Saigon.
We're out of it. Nothing will happen in our little area.
We're home free. It's just a question of getting through the boredom, I swear to you.'
'I don't think I could stand it.'
'There's nothing to worry about.'
'You sound like the guy in the war movie who always gets killed.'
'They don't make war movies anymore,' he said.
'Nobody cares about war movies.'
Then they made love again, for what seemed like the 28,000th time. He found new plateaus from which to observe her, new angles into her, new sensations, tastes and ecstacies.
'It doesn't get much better than this,' he finally said.
'God, Hawaii. We'll come back here on our fiftieth anni ver--' 'No!' she said suddenly, as sweaty as he and just as flushed.
'Don't say that. It's bad luck.'
'Sweetie, I don't need luck. I have Bob Lee Swagger on my side. He is luck itself.'
That was then, this was now, and Donny stood at the bank of fluorescent-lit desks in a big green room that was reception until a buck sergeant finally noticed him, put down the phone and gestured him to the desk.
Donny sat, handed over his documents.
'Hi, I'm Fenn, 2-5-Hotel, back from R&R on sked.
Here's my paperwork. I need a billet for the night and then a jump out to Dodge City on the 0600.'
'Fenn?' said the sergeant, looking at the order.
'All right, let me just check it out, looks okay. You're one of the guys in the Kham Due?'
He entered Donny's return in the logbook, stamped the orders, adroitly forged his captain's signature and slipped them back to Donny, all in a single motion.
'Yeah, that was me. My NCO pulled in some favors and got me R&R'd out for ten days.'
'You've been nominated for the Navy Cross.'
