If I had surrendered every time I thought I was on the
diminutive end of the judges score card, I'd be dead a few hundred
times over. Charlie was good. He had me a few times against the
ropes. To fans of war there was no shame in dying at the hands of
Charlie. To give up in the middle of
battle was inexcusable. Reminisce of good Sgt Hancock who one
morning when getting ready for a double shift we notice the good Sgt
is dead. Promptly we figure that Charlie has infiltrated our
home unit. I didn't smell Charlie, but you can never be to careful
with the enemy. Determined to face the music when the Doc related us
that Sgt died of a heart attack. We were in shock and
condemnation of how Sgt's heart quit. How shameful for a Soldier to
go out that way. We took Sgt to a field and did what we had to do. 
We shot the living shit out of his dead corpse and rewrote the
coroner's report. He goes down as a hero killed by crazed obsessed
Charlie. Sgt
was a good man it was the least his home unit could have done for
him. Sgt was the kind of Sgt that patted a Soldier on his ass in the
middle of battle to say "Nice kill son". The kind of Sgt that
would write a dead Soldier's mom and tell her "we are sorry we could
only send half of your son
home in a body bag. Barring that Charlie didn't eat the other half
and if we find the other half of your son, we will mail the rest
back." Reality is that most Soldiers had a pact with one another in
the killing fields. Whomever of the Soldiers who was killed first by
Charlie, the other Soldier was to hack up the other dead buddy into 2
pieces. The first piece of the torso was taken back to
camp to be tagged and shipped back home for a paid by uncle Sam,
funereal. The second piece of bloody tangled failure of a solider is
hiding away from Charlie and recouped weeks after his first part of
his body has been buried. This way Uncle Sam pays for 2 funereal. 
Family and friends are
in a win win situation with two funereal parties to attend. It's the
least Uncle Sam can do.

Contemplate the repercussions you field when encompassed with the
irascibility of quitting.
Warman