On cocksure nights the devil would leave us and we would stalk
nightlife and not pursuit Charlie.
In a moment we would hang up our M-16's and not agonize about making
some over time money
fighting the war. We listen to American western music and the sounds
of the Rolling Stones made
for a great British invasion. It was 1600 hundred hours and I myself
had ordered an
Agent-orange cocktail down at some little french style charlie pub
called Chez Charlies. The
Charlie that gave my cocktail to me didn't think I would notice but
there was a piece of something
floating in my drink. Them uncultivated Charlies would do that. 
You'd order a drink or a
Charlie-burger with cheese and you could expect that Charlie would
drop a booger or rub his
cock on your
sandwich. I said "Charlie, what the hell is floating in my god damn
drink, Charlie?" Charlie was
instantly surprised that I saw the shit floating in my beverage. I
got up and dropped him with a left
hook. My army buddies at the table began to snigger. Charlie hit the
ground faster than his hero
Bruce Lee could wipe his ass. While Charlie was laying on the ground
I could tell he was playing
hardball, so I kicked him while he was down. It was at this point
that a huge Charlie from behind
the bar jumped over and said "Buck-Choy!". I said "Pardon? You
calling me Fuck-Boy?" My
nostrils ignited, my temperature boiling like a hot sun blister on
your forehead worsened by the heat
being drawn in by the American plate of steel embedded in my
forehead. I turn to my boys sitting
at the table and say watch this. But Charlie that cheating fucker
besieged me and threw a body jab
and with no science at all, follows threw with a right cross. He was
a little tougher than I
anticipated. He has me by the jugular and smashes my head on the hot
sushi grill. My army
sidekicks are sitting at the table howling. I snapped at this moment
and came back with my own
magical embrace of raw American G.I. power. I blasted him my fists
and follow through by
putting a live grenade in his pants then I hit the deck.. My friends
start laughing as Charlie
desperately tries to locate the American time bomb. The detonation
was catastrophic and the
blood was violently red. I was protected behind the metal Bar I
jumped behind. The my friends
who were laughing at the time of the incident were all dead from the
explosion. The blood was
flowing like the Mississippi river. The blood was steaming from the
heat of the explosion and
created a smell unlike anything. It was all red and guts lay
everywhere. Everything was
destroyed. Oddly enough besides myself the only thing the remained
intact was the glass of
Agent-Orange beverage drink that had the shit floating in it that
started this mess. But this time
there was a lot of shit floating in it. Warman