She wanted to push the palm of her hand against her forehead, but her arm couldn’t move. Damn it. She shouldn’t have taken that last margarita yes...erday. She was getting to old, her hangovers were getting worse and worse every time. She didn’t even drink that much. She tried to roll over, but again she couldn’t move. There was a pressure around her wrist, a pressure around her ankles. She pulled on her limps, straps were pushing into her skin. What the hell? She groggily tried to open her eyes.. This guy is too 'hands-on' for me.Note: It was 11:45 PM, fifteen minutes before Teddy was due to be relieved by Skiff. Teddy kept looking at his watch, he would wait just five more minutes before he woke Skiff. It was then that the unfortunate happened; Teddy's narcolepsy reared its ugly head and he went into 'lala land'.Angie was glad when Victor's car pulled up in the parking lot next to her apartment. She jumped out of the car even before the wheels stopped rolling. Victor was right behind. Oakland? Wasn't Oakland north of San Francisco? I mean we'd driven through it coming down from Mendocino. Why was I going north when I wanted to go east?I decided that I didn't want to live in San Francisco.I turned off the interstate at the next exit and turned into a gas station. While I was filling the tank I checked the directions. Mikee had gotten everything right. Now I was supposed to stay on 580 for sixty miles. I folded the directions and handed them back to Mikee."Hey, check it out,". We were busy on different details burying the dead and made some half-hearted forays into VC territory to flush out any remnants of Charlie’s assault forces. I noticed that most of the dead enemy bodies were actual Vietcong and a smattering of tribesmen from the Laotian and Cambodian regions. I only saw one or two actual North Vietnamese regular army types. I thought that was strange since this attack was being touted as an attack from the North on the freedom loving people of the democratic.