“Sixpack, the captain accepted me into the CP!”
“That’s really great, Polack. I’m happy for you!”
“You going to the CP?” One of squad members asked.
“Yep,” he replied proudly.
“Man, they’re just a bunch of lazy motherfuckers. Why would you want to get in with them?”
“I carried a radio for the platoon L-T when humping the bush with Sixpack. It was great knowing what was going on around me. Now stepping up into the CP is like being promoted.”
“Yeah, we understand. It’s a way for you to sit on your a*s and not have to go out on patrols with the rest of us.”
“Stow it, Joe,” Sixpack cautioned. “Polack has seen his share of s**t and probably more than any of you sitting here. He has walked point for months, carried the M-60 machine g*n and a radio before our division left for home. There’
