"Gustav Hasvord. The Short-Timers " - читать интересную книгу автораthree months. Three months. All I do is take hand-shake shots at award
ceremonies. That's number ten, the worst. I'm bored. A high-school girl could do my job." He gives MPC's to a pretty Vietnamese cashier. Outside, an apprentice Viet Cong forces me to submit to a boot shine while his older sister exhibits her breasts to Rafter Man. "Relax, Rafter. You owe it to yourself. You'll be in the field soon enough." "Come on, Joker, cut me a huss. How can I teach geography if I never see the world? Take me to Phu Bai. Okay?" "Right," I say. "And then you'll get yourself wasted the first day you're in the field and it'll be my fault. Your mom will find me after I rotate back to the World. Your mom will beat the shit out of me. That's a negative, Rafter. I'm not a sergeant, I'm only a corporal. I'm not responsible for your scrawny little ass." "Yes you are. I'm only a lance corporal." Rafter Man and I stop by the USO and exchange a few off-color jokes with the round-eyed Red Cross girls, who give us donuts. We ask the Red Cross girls if they expect us to satisfy our lust with a donut and they explain that a donut hole is all we rate. In the USO there are barrels and barrels of letters which have been written to us by children back in the World: We have learned that men in Vietnam alive or dead are the bravest. We are all trying to help you all to come home to your house. We'll buy bonds. We help the Red Cross to help soldiers. We'll help you and your allies to come back. If possible, we'll send you gifts. From Your Country, Cheri Dear Friend in Battle: I am eight years old. I have one brother. I have one sister. It must be sad over there. Sincerely, Jeff Dear American: I wish I could see you instead of talking on this Card. We have a dog, and it is so cute. It is black and has long hair. My name is Lori. I will always remember you in my prayers. Tell everyone I love them and I love you too, so good-bye. Your Friend, Lori |
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