Remember Charlie?

[Jacky]

The sun is starting to set over the trees and I look at the rays for a while, thinking about stuff. Stuff like war, and who's in it, and why an Native American fellow should be here while he has a wife who needs a gun to protect her from a neighbour. It's fucked up business. I also think about home; L.A.
I got a girlfriend there. Sorta like a highschool sweetheart. So I guess I wasn't entirely speaking the truth when I said I wouldn't have to write 'home'. I should. I should have today but it seems like I have very little to tell her about this place. Stuff like 'it's warm' and 'my lieutanant seems like he's wearing his ass for a hat' doesn't seem like the kinda thing you wanna send across the world.

[Hannah]

I keep my eyes on the sun now, allowing my thoughts to wander.. not too long though. The ranch, Queenie, the horses.. the well we wanted to build on top of the hill so there would be enough water to make the grass green instead of yellow.. we had plans.. a lot of them.
I quickly dismiss the thoughts, not allowing myself to think about it anymore.
".. we should go inside." My voice is hard now. I hate it to be stuck in a tent, because some white ass orders me to be there.

[Jacky]

I ignore that for a second though, my thoughts elsewhere. I have my fingers around the dogtag necklace, playing with the peace sign that's on it as well, feeling the edges which aren't all that smooth anymore.
"Will ya write her?" I ask Stone. "Your wife?"

[Hannah]

"Maybe." I need to find something that is worth writing about before I can send her something.
I don't talk much to people, keeping most of my thoughts to myself. Queenie was one of the few people I am open with

[Jacky]

I nod and look at the air again, which is now getting dark very abruptly. Faster than I thought was possible.
Maybe I won't write Alice. When I left she said 'no news would be good news', after all. And like me, she doesn't approve the stuff that's going on here.. she wouldn't be glad to hear about it.

[Hannah]

I get up eventually because if we don't go inside now.. well who knows what will happen with these dickheads here. I know I don't sleep in the same tent as Sparrow does so I look down at him.
"Goodluck." I tell him, meaning the entire thing.. and that he will survive once we went into the jungle. You never know if you will come out alife or not.

[Jacky]

I tap two fingers against the side of my hat in some sort of salute. "You too, buddy. Take care."
I don't move to get up myself. It's getting less warm now and I like that, and I don't want to be sociable with anyone so out here suits me fine as long as the musquito's won't eat me. I'll go in later. When I really don't have a choice.

[Hannah]

I walk off towards the tent, not making a single sound, eventhough I am wearing the heavy boots.
Once I entered the tent which is still buzzing with activity, I drop myself onto my bed, not speaking to anyone. I turn my back towards them and close my eyes.

[Jacky]

The next morning at dawn, we are called from our beds to pack our things and line up outside within half an hour.. We have to be ready to go. The Vietnamese jungle is waiting for us. 'Charlie' is waiting for us. I doubt that's a good thing though.
I pack my stuff fast. Because we have to travel so light I don't have much personal belongings with me. The lyrics, three package of cigarettes, the necklace, a black marker and a zippo-lighter which I now found again. That's it.

[Hannah]

While everyone is being extremly bussy packing up, I am sitting on a stone, not far away from my former tent, smoking a cigarette.
I don't have things to pack anymore because I packed everything last night. I don't watch the men run around, keeping my gaze onto the road where we will go soon.