“Because of all of that, the NVA wants us out of here, so they can move supplies and men down through the Plie Trap and Ia Drang valleys and also th...ough Ratanah Kiri province into Lower Cambodia,” he had indicated all of these locations on the map. “That’s the reason we were being mortared every night. We have 200 trained strikers in two companies here. We have another 50 men in two platoons in training. It’s not a large force, but adequate for our position. We try to keep a patrol out at all. When the Gateway opened again, we were greeted with an unexpected surprise. Carmen came back. The young woman reported that Helen and the local woman who’d been clipped by Jefferson in the shootout were doing fine, under the care of Alexa, and so, Carmen had convinced Kim to send her back to rejoin us.“I hope you don’t mind?” Carmen stated questioningly, looking shyly up at me as she said it. I just smiled and told her no, that I was definitely glad to see her, as was everyone else. She learned. I knew you were hot as we grew up, but your cunt is about to burn my fingers."The girls in the front seat laughed and Kim said, "Is it hot enough to cook some food?"Ron said, "I bet it is. Feels like a fucking oven inside her."Kim then asked him, "Ron do you like hot dogs. There is this place everyone calls "Dirty Joes" and they have the best dogs ever. That's not the real name, but ever since I was young, that is all I heard it called."I think Ron knew what was coming and said, "I love hot. His face would become hard, his eyes cold, and the cruel nature of the world around him would seep into his bones, but still he would remain a curious, milk-skinned figure. His curiosity would attract many followers, and his childlike qualities would make him many friends in the would-be heartless society he existed, for everyone trusted him, where they could not trust the murderers and thieves they called neighbors. Naturally, this too made him many enemies, and that is where this story is to.