I only hope it does him justice. How The West Was One is forthcoming from Burning Cities Press. Jr. Our stumps are all tangled up. Steps on a booby-trapped howitzer round, vaporized legs, pink mist surround him. Pray, Lieutenant, for God's sake, pray.
Screams come from another country.
Years later, Pain still walks point for him. Lewis B. Puller Jr. died of a self-inflicted wound 19 years after the war's end, the average age of a grunt in Vietnam.