Scabby was new. He sat in a trench, looking like a scared puppy. He stared whimsically at our best soldier. Boogs was an energetic yet young and fragile man. He floated across a war zone like the ghost of a soldier making his revenge against the gooks that got him.
“Try focusing on your gun and aiming, you dumbass,” Babyface said, rolling his eyes as he threw a frag. There were loud booms followed by howls and screams.
Scabby got shot in the forehead, his eyes were focusing on a soldier who lived. Scabby died in his first week in Vietnam.