10
LZ Rain“Chieu Hoi, muthafucker.”
I am cramped into a corner of the hooch and when I first hear it I panic and go for my rifle, but then I realize where I am, and that it is Prophet yelling. Me, the guy who thought he would never be able to sleep again, is the only one left inside the hooch, the last one awake.
“The sun is shining, Chieu Hoi”
“Does that mean we're humping out, or what?”
“No hump, but we're moving.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“No s**t. The whole f*****g battalion, and it starts in half an hour.”
“What if it starts raining?”
“Hey, man. It will start raining. This has been an extra-wet year, and the real season is just beginning. It seems to rain off and on all year up here in the mountains—the seasons aren't as distinct as in the Delta. The difference is the mud. The
