“What?”
“The resupply, L-T. Hellman’s got our s**t already to fly.”
“Augh f**k. f**k resupply! When’s the GreenMan coming back?”
“I don’t know, L-T.”
“Tell that assh …, tell the major we’ve got too many men out on X-rays. Tell him better than half the company is out humping and won’t be in before, ah, noon.”
Cherry emerged from the water onto the river’s north bank alone. He was winded from the swim. About his waist he had the end of a heavy rope. He crawled into the vegetation and put his boots on. It was 0720, thirty-one minutes after sunrise. The river and the valley floor were still cloaked in mist but it was thin and above was light. The sun was out.
“Sssstt. SKYHAWKS,” Cherry called.
“SKYHAWKS yer cherry ass,” Pop whispered back. “Where in hell’s Egan en Queenie?”
“Here,” Che
