I don’t know, Dude, maybe it was a survival skill anyone would have developed, maybe it was the tar we chewed. Maybe I am an extremely flawed individual and none of those other factors are actu ally relevant, but I did mass-murder on a fairly regular basis. We did not engage in combat; we were ambushers and scavengers. Sometimes we would move to a position, light up a couple trucks, and then head back without any rest, depending on whether or not there were helicopters around. Quite often we spent all night making our way to a location, only to wait around for a few hours and then head back without any action. You never knew.
I was totally absorbed in Frank’s story; I could never have imagined such a thing. Just when I was on the edge of my seat, utterly enthralled with this story, utterl
