Earlier at Campobasso Cherry had been nearby while Brooks questioned the platoon sergeant. He had heard snatches of speech and had wanted to comment but he had not been invited into their circle. In his mind he now pictured Egan and him in serious discussion. Suddenly he found himself with Egan. They were at a CP, chatting softly, almost intimately.
Every day since they first encountered each other at Phu Bai Cherry and Egan spent more and more time together. They were now almost older brother, younger brother. Hadn’t Egan even called him Little Brother earlier that very day?
“Yer such a cherry,” Egan’s image laughed to the image of Cherry.
“I thought you were on the other side of that,” the Cherry-image answered firmly.
“A man’s got a right to have more than one opinion,” Egan whisper
