“Becky you’re supposed to be in arts and crafts right now,” I said.“It was boring, so I left,” Becky said. “Besides, I need to get a sewio...s pump every day.”Sean smiled warmly at the stocky little girl with the frizzy orange hair. I knew he would get a kick out of her. Sadly, the feeling wasn’t mutual. She scowled up at him. “Becky,” I said. “I find it strange that you don’t have an interest in artistic pursuits. Most gifted young women have a creative streak.”“Art is for nerds,” Becky said,. The people, the jungle, it was all foreign. The Vietcong hated us, but goddamn we weren't about to lay down. We came there to fight and we came there to win.Three months into my deployment we got some radio chatter from deep in the Pleiku province. 14th Infantry unit was pinned down and needed support ASAP. We got the order, saddled up few a huey UH-1 gunship helicopters, and rode out. When we arrived the situation was grim. The 14th was surrounded on all sides. The gunships rained hell. This. The colonel, with a quizzical look, read the panic on my face knowing that I wasn't being disobedient screaming that they had made a grave mistake. In my fluster, I spoke Polish more than German.Immediately, I summoned Claus to come to my aid and interpret what I couldn't possibly trust my limited lingo to be clear and concise enough to explain the misinformation about my father's plant. In order to emphasize my knowledge of the city, I pointed out the intelligence officers other misguided. ***Not long thereafter, Sam found himself on the couch at Jerome's crisplyfurnished apartment uptown, a glass of red wine in his hand. His nerveswere churning.Jerome smiled down at him as he sat next to him on the couch. "Relax,you," Jerome said, still looking down at the smaller man. "We both knowwhy you're here, or at least you think you do." He laughed, and Sam'snerves fluttered further.They both took a drink, and Jerome continued. "You're looking for a man.A big, strong man like me. Aren't.