“Sorry, Polack!” Wild Bill and Frenchie left to cover the remaining four bodies, leaving John alone with Junior.
Junior’s body was lying at an awkward angle, his head almost severed, the left cheek resting on his shoulder. His fatigue jacket, was completely saturated with blood – still wet to the touch. Had the helicopter not crashed, he would still be alive and sitting here with the rest of First Platoon.
John continued his vigil over the body and smiled as he thought back to those earlier days together. “I will never forget you, Junior,” he whispered to the corpse. “I owe you, buddy. I owe you big time. I do promise to look up your family when I get back to the world, and will share my memories of you.”
Frenchie and Wild Bill held the extended poncho and moved closer to Junior’s corps
