It s a hell of a party, lieutenants let off steam, take risks with booze, cigarette dinky dau and army authority. The local crickets, birds, and lizards sing of love and territory.
Creamy light spills out from a doorway.
Voices and the sound of running water come from within. Fifteen feet away two soldiers, naked to the waist, wrestle with a garden hose and a body that dangles from stirrups in the ceiling. I ve found the brigade morgue. I want to leave, but curiosity pushes me closer. The shiny pink skin of the back and legs is pierced by hundreds of tiny holes.