Me and Roy.
I did 3 days as a forward scount in the Nui Dinh mountains between being in the machine gun group and platoon sig.
We were on a Nog track and Roy clicked his fingers for me to stop but I didn't hear it.
50 yards later I turned around and Roy wasn't behind me.
I marched back, swore at him and bashed him over the head with my bush hat.
Bastard.
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