Phil opened the top drawer of his dresser, and took three twenty dollar bills off the stack that lay there, closed the drawer and stuck them in his billfold. The door bell rang.
Phil moved from his room like a bird on wing, down the hall, and turned to go down the stairs.
He took the first two steps, then the room began to dissolve and the sounds of home faded as Phil sensed a new voice, a familiar voice, a down right nasty voice.
“Wilson, wake your sorry ass up�?it was Sergeant McCaffery, Phil’s squad leader. “We’ve got one five mikes to get up, and get ready for a patrol. Move it Corporal�?
“Hey I’m too short for this shit!�?SPAN> Phil hated this man; he had been on his case ever since he came into the country. “One of these days�?he thought “I’ll blow his ass away�?
McCaffery got right into his face “Listen dickhead, I’ve got you for three more days, and for this last seventy two hours YOU WILL DO YOUR JOB, GOT THAT?�?/FONT>
“Yes Sergeant, lima charley�?
Phil rolled out of his poncho liner, rolled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his pack.
“Fuck the Army�?he thought, and started to adjust all his gear.
As he checked his equipment Phil realized it was all a dream, he was still here, still in the bush, still in the mud, and still in danger.
His combat fatigues had that worn look that comes from time “down country�? It had been a week since he had taken a shower. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be clean, and shaved. His two day growth showed that.
He look around his squad area, the members of his section were moving around, and trying to get the sleep out of their eyes. Phil wondered how many miles away each of them had gone during their dreams; he smiled, “hell�?he thought, “I made it all the way home.�?He grinned to himself, “I’ll be there in THREE DAYS�?
“Come on people�?it was Sergeant McCaffery again. “The L. T. says we got a briefing in ten, quit playing with yourselves and get moving�? “Wilson, you scurry over to supply, and pick up our C’s for the day, then by the C.P. and see if Top has anything for us. Don’t sit there with your dick in your hand boy, MOVE�?
Sergeant McCaffery had been in the Army since Christ was a corporal, and had been busted so many times the army had issued him stripes with zippers, so they would not harm the shirt when he had to take them off. He was gruff crude, and a pain in the ass, but Phil knew that when things were tight he would want to be with no other, McCaffery could get you home.
Phil bounced up, as he moved off, scooped up his rifle, and “boney�?hat.
“I’ll go to the C.P. first he thought, “Maybe they got orders for me to slide out of here early, and I can kiss this place goodbye, then to supply�?
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