John’s heart skipped a beat. He hoped there was another Sixpack in the First Platoon.
“Eagle-niner, is this ‘Sixpack’ the same hard striper who just arrived?”
“That’s affirmative.”
John was stunned and momentarily rendered speechless at the news of his friend. The handset fell to the ground, and he buried his face into his hands. He began to sob and mumbled under his breath, “f*****g assholes, why did they have to take his beer?”
He dropped to his knees and started punching at his rucksack, slowly alternating his fists as tears ran down his cheeks.
“Goddamn it! Goddamn it!” He repeated, with each hit on the rucksack. He continued for several more seconds before he stopped, too emotionally drained to continue.
Those nearby were caught by surprise at John’s rage, and watched in disbeli
