Tiger Squad
DIEN BIEN PHU
‘73
Whether it’s my land or not, what I have stumbled upon is private. I back away from the card table and am turning to leave when my gaze falls on a freshly oiled M16 combat rifle leaning against an exposed boulder. I stare at the rifle transfixed, then walk hesitantly to it. Reaching with my right hand, I trace the eight-inch bayonet attached to the muzzle with the tip of my index finger. Yelping, I stick the bleeding tip in my mouth.
“Always go ’round touchin’ what’s not yours to touch?” booms a husky voice behind me. I spin around quickly, and there in the pathway stands a mammoth of a man, tanned down to his eyelids. A long, red scar runs down the right side of his hairy body and he is completely naked, but for the kiddy beach towel he has wrapped around
