Chapter ThreeNIGHT CAME AND WITH IT THE MONSOON. Rain pelted down on the base camp, pummeling the red earth and pinging like bullets off the corrugated tin roofs of the hooches.
Ehlo, Bayer and Arthur Latimere arrived late in the afternoon and followed Matheson into the ISO enlisted man’s sleeping hooch after an hour well-spent sipping suds with Top Grover in the office. Shocked, the last thing PFC Latimere expected was to drink beer with a master sergeant. All in all, Latimere thought it pretty neat until an apparent thug named Corporal Hines returned from Hue with a lot of sea stories. Hines didn’t have blood dripping from his fangs, but to Latimere he seemed to. For a while, the others got a hoot out of Hines, but Latimere did not. When they left, Latimere was grateful Hines had remain
