This short story is about two friends in 2009 talking about the war for the first time. They sit at an outdoor cafe drinking glasses of beer on a warm sunny day in Pittsburgh.
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“I don’t remember much. I served in a 105mm howitzer section with the 1st Cav Airmobile between 1965-1966. I saw plenty of action; but my artillery company was lucky. If I remember correctly, we only lost three guys. One night I was wandering around the area and almost got my head blown off when I walked past the muzzle of another unit’s 105 just as it fired. Then there was the day I reached down into the tall grass to pick up something and it turned out to be a bamboo viper. If the snake had bit me I would have been dead within two minutes. There was no antidote for the venom. There was one week I took R & R in-country and spent the week drunk with the daughter of a family after paying the parents some money. What do you remember about the war?”
“Let’s not talk anymore about the war.”
“Don’t remember much?”
“That’s just it. I remember plenty.”
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