“I don’t know,” Roark snuffed out a cigarette. “Girls sound pretty good to me right now.”
Latimere smiled. “You know what they’re saying back home now about the draft? Girls only say yes to boys who say no.”
Ham hadn’t heard that one and chuckled.
The men were quiet for a moment. Roark felt a connection with Ham. Different from the bond he had with Grimm, this was a kinship of spirit more than something arrived at through shared experience. Some friendships were instant, but in war they added up to more, because a man’s life was in another’s hands. Ham had been right about that, too. Combat vets would go to the wall for each other. Roark knew this was what kept him coming back to Nam, perhaps why any man returned in any war. Not for the misery and fear or even the adrenaline rush. For t
