It was a fairly restless night for the Doc. He saw too many patients and the awfully quite evening was too unnerving. Rolling onto his back, he just stared at the ceiling of the test.
Suddenly, a voice shouted nearby. “Take this you stupid mother.”
A small thud hit the tent and something bounced of the small medicine box cabinets and clattered to the floor.
“Oh great,“ Doc said as he rolled off the cot and onto the floor covering his head with his pillow.
The grenade ripped apart most of the tent. The noise was not to be unnoticed. Soon about five, fully laded marines came to investigate.
“What the heck was that?” Rosco yelled. His heart stopped for a second when he saw the damage.
“I think it was Chaves.” Another said. “I swear I heard his voice before the explosion.”
“Round them up and bring them to the M.P.s”
“Yes sir.”
The four men were off. Rosco frantically searched through the wreckage. “Doc! Doc!”
Unharmed Doc pulled what was left of side of the tent off his head. “Right hear. Thanks man.”
“No sweat. Looks like someone was aiming for the C.O.’s tent but –“
“Got mine by accident?”
Rosco paused to check if the Doc was alright. “They’re going for the wrong guy though?”
Doc’s eyebrow rose. “What do you mean?”
“Taking out the Lieutenant will only bring another.”
Doc agreed, but didn’t support this childish tantrum some homesick marines would pull more often then not.
“It’s LBJ who’s holding this war up. I’m not suggesting you take out the President, but he is no Commander-in-Chief!”
Doc nodded. “What’s this crap about not bombing an outhouse without his permission?”
“I don’t know, but this war will be his undoing. Mark my words. Lousy politicians!”
Posted by Michael at January 26, 2004 09:04 PMI talked to my Dad last night. He said the gernade was ment for a gunnery sargent and did not go in his tent, but bounced of it and into a slight ditch between his and the gunnie's tent. I would imagine that it did quite a bit if damage still.
Posted by: Michael at February 1, 2004 07:49 AM