“Check this s**t out, man!” PFC Deeter Dale stood under the hoop and displayed his new t-shirt. There was a Marine Corps emblem on the front but Dale spun it around to read the slogan on the back. “The Root 82-83. I Served My Time In Hell. Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth? I’m gonna buy a s**t-load of these things.”
And then the man with the t-shirt noticed Eladar and his camera. “Heyjoe! C’mon over here man. Take my picture.” Eladar didn’t move. He smiled and shrugged as if he didn’t understand what the man was saying while the others in the group gathered around their friend and make motions for him to approach.
“Heyjoe…picture, man…” One of the black ones made motions as if he was peering through a viewfinder and pressing a shutter release. “C’mon over and take a flick.”
Eladar broadened
