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thru laos an then up across china an russia； up to the north pole an across the ice to alaska
where our mamas can e pick us up。 bubba says don'；t pay no attention to him cause he'；s a
idiot。
things is very primative in the jungle— no place to shit； sleep on the groun like a animal； eat
outta cans； no place to take a bath or nothin； clothes is all rottin off too。 i get a letter once a week
from my mama。 she say everthing fine at home； but that the highschool ain'；t won no more
championships since i done lef。 i write her back too； when i can； but what i'；m gonna tell her that
won'；t start her to bawlin again？ so i jus say we is havin a nice time an everbody treatin us fine。
one thing i done tho； was i wrote a letter to jenny curran in care of my mama an axe if she can
get jenny'；s folks to send it to her— wherever she is。 but i ain'；t heard nothin back。
meantime； bubba an me； we has got us a plan for when we get outta the army。 we gonna go
back home an get us a srimp boat an get in the srimpin bidness。 bubba e from bayou la
batre； an work on srimp boats all his life。 he say maybe we can get us a loan an we can take turns
bein captain an all； an we can live on the boat an will have somethin to do。 bubba'；s got it all
figgered out。 so many pounds of srimp to pay off the loan on the boat； so much to pay for gas； so
much for what we eat an such； an all the rest is left for us to ass aroun with。 i be picherin it in my
head； standin at the wheel of the srimp boat— or even better； settin there on the back of the boat
eatin srimp！ but when i tell bubba bout that； he say； 〃goddamn； forrest； your big ass'；ll eat us
outta house an home。 we don'；t be eatin none of the srimp afore we start makin a profit。〃 okay；
that make sense— it all right with me。
it menced rainin one day an did not stop for two months。 we went thru ever different
kind of rain they is； cep'；n maybe sleet or hail。 it was little tiny stingin rain sometimes； an big ole
fat rain at others。 it came sidewise an straight down an sometimes even seem to e up from the
groun。 nevertheless； we was expected to do our shit； which was mainly walkin up an down the
hills an stuff lookin for gooks。
one day we foun them。 they must of been holdin a gook convention or somethin； cause it
seem like the same sort of deal as when you step on a anthill and they all e swarmin aroun。
we cannot fly our planes in this kind of stuff either； so in about two minutes or so； we is back in
trouble again。
this time they has caught us with our pants down。 we is crossin this rice paddy an all of a
sudden from everwhere they start thowin shit at us。 people is shoutin and screamin an gettin shot
an somebody says； 〃fall back！〃 well； i pick up my machine gun an start running alongside
everbody else for some palm trees which at least look like they might keep the rain offen us。 we
has formed a perimeter of sorts an is gettin ready to start preparin for another long night when i
lookaroun for bubba an he ain'；t there。
somebody say bubba was out in the rice paddy an he is hurt； an i say； 〃goddamn；〃 an
sergeant kranz； he hear me； an say； 〃gump； you can'；t go out there。〃 but shit on that— i leave the
machine gun behind cause it jus be extra weight； an start pumpin hard for where i last seen
bubba。 but halfway out i nearly step on a feller from 2nd platoon who is mighty hurt； an he look
up at me with his han out； an so i think； shit； what can i do？ so i grap him up an run back with
him fast as i can。 bullets an stuff be flyin all over。 it is somethin i simply cannot understand—
why in hell is we doin all this； anyway？ playin football is one thing。 but this； i do not know why。
goddamn。
i brung that boy back an run out again an damn if i don'；t e across somebody else。 so i
reach down to pick him up an bring him back； too； but when i do； his brains fall out on the paddy
groun； cause the back of his head blowed off。 shit。
so i drop his ass an kep on goin an sure enough； there is bubba； who is been hit twice in the
chest； an i say； 〃bubba； it gonna be okay； you hear； cause we gotta get that srimp boat an all；〃 an i
carry him back to where we is set up an layed him on the groun。 when i catch my breath； i look
down an my shirt all covered with blood an bluish yeller goo from where bubba is hurt； an bubba
is lookin up at me； an he say； 〃fuck it； forrest； why this happen？〃 well； what in hell am i gonna
say？
then bubba axe me； 〃forrest； you play me a song on the harmonica？〃 so i get it out； an start
playin somethin— i don'；t even know what； an then bubba say； 〃forrest； would you please play
'；way down upon the swanee river'；？〃 an i say； 〃sure； bubba。〃 i have to wipe off the
mouthpiece； an then i start to play an there is still a terrible lot of shootin goin on； an i know i
ought to be with my machine gun； but what the hell； i played that song。
i hadn'；t noticed it； but it had quit rainin an the sky done turned a awful pinkish color。 it made
everbody'；s face look like death itsef； an for some reason； the gooks done quit shootin for a wile；
an so had we。 i played 〃way down upon the swanee river〃 over an over again； kneelin nex
to bubba wile the medic give him a shot an tend to him best he could。 bubba done grapped a holt
to my leg an his eyes got all cloudy an that terrible pink sky seem to drain all the color in his face。
he was tryin to say somethin； an so i bent over real close to hear what it was。 but i never
coud make it out。 so i axed the medic； 〃you hear what he say？〃 an the medic say； 〃home。 he
said； home。〃 bubba； he died； an that'；s all i got to say bout that。
the rest of the night was the worst i have ever known。 they was no way they could get any
hep to us； since it begun stormin again。 them gooks was so close we could hear them talkin with
each other； an at one point it was han to han fightin in the 1st platoon。 at dawn； they call in a
napalm airplane； but it drop the shit damn near right on top of us。 our own fellers be all singed an
burnt up— e runnin out into the open； eyes big as biscuits； everbody cussin an sweatin an
scared； woods set on fire； damn near put the rain out！
somewhere in all this； i got mysef shot； an； as luck would have it； i was hit in the ass。 i can'；t
even remember it。 we was all in awful shape。 i don'；t know what happened。 everthing all fouled
up。 i jus left the machine gun。 i didn'；t give a shit no more。 i went to a place back of a tree an jus
curl up an start cryin。 bubba gone； srimp boat gone； an he the only friend i ever had— cept maybe
jenny curran； an i done mess that up too。 wadn'；t for my mama； i might as well of jus died right
there— of ole age or somethin； whatever— it didn'；t matter。
after a wile； they start landin some relief in heliocopters； and i guess the napalm bomb have
frightened away the gooks。 they must of figgered that if we was willing to do that to ourselfs；
then what the hell w