“No. He’s comfortable. If he starts again, you could put him in the Snugli and hike over to CondoWorld.”
“Sure.”
Then on Monday, on the roof, sixteen-strong, half-sitting against the alley-side parapet, half on cardboard sheets on the tar and gravel. “Listen to this, Man ‘Rather than leave the necessary number of guards with the captured soldiers, the NVA shot them through the feet so they could not escape.’ ”
“What is that?”
“Classified State Department Telegram. Signed by the U.S. ambassador. This is only three days ago, Man. See. ‘NVA/VC Treatment of People in Recently Captured Areas.’ Goina be a fuckin bloodbath, Man.”
“Can I see that?” Bobby asked.
“Sure, Captain,” the man said. “Let me show you one more line. Here, ‘... recount the following m******e: the vanguard of the convoy
