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Michael E. Johnson
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"Wicked are those without a soul"
Our night ambushes no longer went to the village. Mac would take us out a couple of miles, out of sight of the Hill. We'd set up where he thought it was safe. He would do all he could to avoid any contact with the enemy. We would wait till morning and head back in.
Right or wrong the night patrols were safe and the area around PF Hill seemed fairly pacified. Except, I was told, when our Lieutenant would take us out on patrols and cross the river. They told me that was bad. Fortunately, I had not yet had that experience.
One day Cincy told me, "Anderson did you know your friend Flick has been sneaking into the village at night?"
"No, why would he wanna do that?"
"To visit the girls man, the whores."
"Whores, what whores?" I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
"Damn Anderson, you live under a rock or somethin? Those two girls, you know the ones we'd see in there when we went on the ambushes. Don't tell me you didn't know that?"
"Man, I had no idea. So you're saying he goes down there at night by himself to make it with those girls."
"Now you got it, but he doesn't usually go by himself. The machine gunner Michelson usually goes with him. Since we don't take our ambushes there anymore they go down and screw the girls. That's where all the booze comes from. Hell man, they lie and tell the gooks their names are Jim Beam and Johnny Walker and say they'll pay them on payday. Of course they never do. You believe that shit?"