“Naw, you’d be good, Bro.” El Paso smiled to himself. “Es verdad. I know. You are a cagey person. You’d be very good to have at point.”
“Oh no, no, no. Not me Bro. Hey … ah … I’m … ah … outa practice at that sort’a thing. Bro, I know you could set it up for me. Man, I’d hump yer books if you get me into the CP.”
“Ah, my friend …”
“El Paso,” Molino was becoming frantic, “I’ll hump yer batteries.” El Paso looked down and shook his head. “Man, yer water. That’s half the weight of yer ruck.”
“I caint do, my friend,” El Paso said sliding into a deep chicano accent. He threw up his hands. “L-T, he say, send Molino to Mohnsen. You go there. 2d Sqd, 2d Platoon. There, there is only Mohnsen and Sklar left. You caint kill half a squad when there are only three people.”
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