SIXTEEN – LISTENING POST (0500 HOURS)The rain stopped as suddenly as it began just minutes before the team’s hourly sit-rep at 0500. It had temporarily vanquished the mosquitoes, so it was safe for the two soldiers to stick their heads out of their soaking wet cocoons.
If they had been able to see one another, both would have laughed hysterically at the other. Polack’s boony hat was still on his head, but the wide circular brim had drooped, covering his face and ears, the bulky poncho liner, absorbing its dripping water. The camouflage stripes on his face were smeared and runny like a woman’s mascara after crying. His teeth chattered as his body temperature dropped.
LG was a mirrored image of Polack except for his boony hat. After Sgt. Rock had jammed the hat over LG’s ball of hair and f
