So we do it, Katha, cause we're regular grunts, infantry, only we're medics, too. We hump bandages and morphine, aspirin, antibiotics, fungal creams. We take good care of our men. And I've got my .45, my M-16, three bandoleers of ammo, and four grenades. Frags to you civvies.
Moon pulls the pin.
Christ, I am scared. The killing radius is five yards. It blows up like a cloud on fire. Here you go, Moon. I'm holding a Coke can with the top cut off.