“I'm telling 'ya, it works!” said Murdock, not dissuaded by the obvious teasing BA could hear being thrown in his direction by Face and Ray, He could hear Murdock, loudly arguing against whatever reason and logic Face and Ray were trying to rationalise him with, snatches of their conversation ricocheting around the barracks, Murdock protesting, his voice carrying as he did so.
He startled, as voices cut through the blackness, his thoughts interrupted by the arrival of the rest of the team. He never thought he'd yearn for the frosted side walks or the windy city he hailed from as much as he did right now. Out here in the jungle it was like living in a furnace, the heat almost unbearable at times. Their union ran far deeper than fighting Charlie, they genuinely cared for each other's company, had sort of created a family out here in Vietnam to tide them over until they made it back home.īA was thinking about his Momma, and the snow that was probably blanketing Chicago right now. They'd split off from their assigned units to form one of their own. The A Team were the exception to the rule. How could they not? Many members of the platoon were ticking off the days remaining on their tour of 'Nam, Christmas crossed off, 'X' marking the spot.īA sat outside the mess tent, he'd come outside for some peace and quiet as the canvassed shelter inside was far fuller than usual as men sat around, drinking beer and generally shooting the breeze, craving a company they normally wouldn't due to the holiday season.The soldiers were close out in the battlefield, united in their fight against Charlie, but they tended not to form too tight a friendship amongst themselves, they'd made that mistake in the first months of their tours, only to find who was their friend today, might be a casualty of war the next, dead and gone, never to return again. It made it very easy to forget tonight was Christmas Eve but they remembered. It was sweltering, the humid jungle seemingly weeping in its heat.
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