BIGGIE
'N' ME: The monsoon rain beat on us like hail
on a tin roof. We were soaking wet and chilled to the bone. Our home was
a hole dug in the ground, partially filled with water from the
relentless rain. If we were lucky, we may have had a piece of corrugated
tin over us, but it was a deafening sound to endure. More often then
not, when it was time to man our perimeter, it would not be unusual to
find a rat the size of a small dog doing the back-stroke in our
fox-hole. Vietnam may have been a rat-hole, but this piece of turf was
my rat-hole and sharing it with a whisker-faced rodent was out of the
question... I just wasn't that damn lonely. Day after day the rains continued. Mud
was the major product of Vietnam. Every step taken, you slid an extra
foot; and Charley was in the same shit we were in. At least they had
tunnels to keep them dry. Nothing moved much during the hard rain. The
hardest thing to fight was your own imagination. There were times when I
wished that scruffy-looking rat WOULD show up, seein's that the U.S.O
wasn't going to make an appearance. A swimming rat, blowing bubbles out
of its nose, would be quite the entertainment. What would be even more
entertaining, would be to see two hard-ass Marines scrambling out of a
mud pit. Like I said, the rat WOULD be entertainment; but I wasn't into
synchronized swimming with old fur-face, or the rat either for that
matter. A sense of humor? Hell no... just
punch-drunk and ate up with stupid. Figure it out, two weeks so far, of
being in a hole waiting for Biggie rat to show up??? At least Fang (yup,
he only had one front tooth) was more dependable than the mail. Funny
thing about Fang though, unlike other rats, he made a different sound.
It was bizarre almost. You could tell when he was around by his
distinctive cry. It was something Like; Hope it stops raining soon...!! “Still the rain kept pourin, Fallin’ om my ears, And I wonder, still I wonder, Who’ll stop the rain”
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