Make a man of you
Jim was carsick, pale, and daydreaming about people chasing them through the trees as he operated a machine gun triggered by the window winder. Boom! Gotcha! Jim made explosive noises with his mouth as he found things in the car to throw out the window as grenades. He had been trained in war you see.
He remembered the time John had told him about the men in the trees. They were like monkeys those nogs. We couldn't see 'em, but we could sense 'em.
We were on a training drill, patrolling the Thai border. Armed to the teeth. At least we looked like it. John shivered. In actual fact we were all like Wally next door. Shootin' blanks. The only one who had live rounds was the Sarge. His Dad's eyes had taken on that hunted look and he disappeared behind them moment
