“Name's Browser,” he says. “If there is only one thing I know, I know most of you mens don't wanna be here, noway, nohow, and nomore, already. I don't neither. I don't like it here, and I don't have to go where some of you mens do. There's not much I can say will cheer you up, but that ain't my job. My job is to keep you busy while you're here in Cam Ranh. There's a chance some of you might go up north early, there may be empty planes. So anybody who ain't an Eleven fall out, get in line; you're goin’ on detail. The ‘Levens can hang loose because if there's any room on a plane youse grunts'll ship out today. Any questions?”
Most us are Elevens: infantrymen. The others go to another line and we go back to the barracks. a*s asks me if I want to pitch pennies but I don't so he gets another g
