The rain on the tent’s roof was loud. I adjusted the Coleman lantern until the mantle barely glowed, checked the safety on my M16 and hung it near the door, noted where I’d put my helmet and flak vest, then removed my boots, loosened my belt, and stretched out on the canvas cot. I closed my eyes.
It was May 1966 and I wore sergeant’s stripes again. I was the 1st Cavalry Division press chief and worked a 24-hour shift every fourth night.
-WiscoDave
