KOREA

Upside-down flaming jeep. No helicopters! They were treacherously brilliant. The Marine had to learn fast or die Communist China death soup hardon piano wire. He was PFC Moore and was laying on his stomach on the grass crawling. He saw some North Koreans and sighted his automatic weapon. Red flame of BRATATATATAT as mouths open falling backwards. They are dead and he moves careful forward taking rice and making sure they are dead. He makes certain they are all dead. He shoots them again to make certain. Fighting way through nearly impossible vegetation. He rests. He spits and smells his spit because he has nothing else to do. He moves ahead into nightfall Communist China. Bamboo hut in clearing with light burning. Moore feel light and great at once moving there to window sees woman kimono robe open.

"I'm an American soldier."

"Come in," she say.

He do.

"You like saki?" she ask him.

"Yes. I'd like some saki."

They sit on the floor of bamboo hut and drink cups of warm saki. Moore sees China moon through the window and kimono robe with dragon on back.

"American soldier?"

"Si, Senorita."

She makes Chinese food. They have egg rolls and chicken chow mein. Tea.

"You like fuck me?" she say.

"Your cunt go sideways, don't it?"

American moves over dirt floor to girl & opens robe and puts hand on yellow breast slow. He feels so odd here in Communist China death march. He kisses breast and stomach. Water drips on his head. And the men appear. They take Moore to Heaven. They run him through an angel's harp. They stuff him in Chinese firecracker and on green lawn in Memphis he explodes like yellow submarine.