two buildings that remain mostly intact, stepping right around or over bodies. When we come to the first building, Jupp gestures to Bien, who shouts into the place clearly demanding somebody show himself.
We have a whole lot of firepower trained on this one doorway with a canvas drape hanging in it.
Nothing.
Bien shouts some more.
I see my M-16 begin to shake a little as I wait. I am sure, suddenly and for no reason, that there is somebody armed and angry on the other side of that sheet.
We are giving off lots of smells now, our merry band of fighting men. Stronger even than the burning human flesh all around us.
Bien shouts again â
Rat-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at!
Without warning, Lt. Jupp unloads on the hut with the M-60, pounding the life out of it, the machine gun sucking in its ammo belt and spitting out bullets at a rate sufficient to kill thirty guys if they were unlucky or stupid enough to be inside. Iâm shocked enough to recoil from the impact, and Iâm not the only one.
After several seconds and an insane number of rounds, he stops, and we listen while the smoke wafts over us.
âFree-fire, gentlemen!â he says, and despite how supercharged that was, I see his gun muzzle vibrating more than mine. âI think you will find the building is secure.â
There is no mistaking that the lieutenant is showing off now, trying to regain some of the top dogness that he lost so much of today.
âMcClean, Hunter, Marquette, go in and check that out. The rest of you come with me.â
âYou shot it all up,â Cherry says to him. âMaybe you want to go in and check it out yourself, lieutenant?â
Juppâs small smile slips sideways and right off his face.
There is a game going on here. Even I have come to recognize what Lt. Jupp wonât be doing under anycircumstances â such as going blindly into an enemy hut no matter how many bullets heâs pumped into it. And if I know it â¦
âDo as youâre told, soldiers,â Jupp says.
The rest of us follow along, including Cherry, as Jupp swaggers up to the last building. I look back behind me to see the three who were told to go into that hut are very much not going in. They stand there observing what we are up to.
What we are up to is:
Rat-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at-at!
The air is again filled with smoke and burn and Juppâs once-again confident voice.
âIn you go, Corporal Cherry,â he says.
Cherry stands there. âYou coming with me?â
Juppâs phony smile tells us all we need to know about what he thinks of this game.
âI gave you an order, Cherry.â
âDo you ever get your hands dirty, lieutenant?â
I never thought before that lieutenant was a dirty word. But the way Cherry says it now, it is filthy.
âNever mind,â Squid says, and he starts stomping toward the canvas door.
âOh no you donât,â I shout at my short-timer pal, grabbing him by the backpack and hauling him out of the way. âFor crying out loud, Iâll do it.â
And I do. Before anybody can stop me â not that I can sense anybody thinking of stopping me â I march right up and right through that entrance.
And I scream.
I scream because I fall. Itâs as if the floor isnât where itâs supposed to be. Like Iâve stepped into a trapdoor that opens onto hell itself.
It is a trapdoor all right, but not quite to hell. Hell wouldnât hurt this bad.
âAh, ah, ah!â I scream, as the guys surround me. My leg has gone under the floor of the hut, disappearing all the way up to my thigh as the two-piece trapdoor fell away beneath me. All my weight, plus the extra weight of all my gear, has driven me down and right on top of a long metal shaft, like a pencil-thin spike, that has shot right through my boot, my foot, and my boot again. It feels like a lace of fire sizzling up through me.
Cherry and Squid