"-- I swear to god, man, mamma-san had a dick bigger than mine. When I saw that shit, I got out there ricky fucking tick. First and last time I'll go into a Saigon whorehouse."

Bobby finished his story and exhaled cigarette smoke as they humped it through the jungle in formation with the rest of the squad. He'd bummed a Newport off Buck on the promise he'd pay him back when they got to camp. Even though he lost his sidearm during the crash, Bobby had managed to keep his aviators and wore them on his face as they walked. The revolver tucked in his waistband was purely from hunger, but it'd do. He did a quick rundown of the ammo left for the pig and wasn't too optimistic about what might happen if they stayed in the bush through tonight and tomorrow.