CHAPTER NINEAt daybreak, the atmosphere within the NDP was at a frenzied pitch as everyone prepared for his return to Cu Chi.
“Who wants to trade a can of fruit cocktail for some pound cake?” Frenchie asked.
“I will!” Doc replied. The two men tossed cans through the air to one another.
“Does anyone need extra water?” Wild Bill held two full canteens in the air.
“You guys can have all my s**t!” Zeke emptied the contents of his rucksack onto the ground. Several eight-ounce green cans of fruit cocktail, peaches, pound cake, and some smaller tins of peanut butter, crackers, and cheese, fell in a heap.
“Why are you doing this?” Scout asked from his position a short distance away.
“I won’t need them anymore.”
“What do you mean?” We’re only staying in the rear for three days. Those cans ar
