"I'll tell Hawaii to send word back that you've been hit," he said.
"O.K., O.K.," I said. "Get Doc up here."
The others had maintained their relative positions when they jumped into the brush. Thus, Dave expected Doc and Hawaii to be just behind him. He yelled, " Hawaii."
There was no sound or movement.
" Hawaii! Hawaii!"
Still no response. Then Dave saw Hawaii lying face down.
"Rock," he screamed, "I think Hawaii's been hit."
Now I tried, " Hawaii! Hawaii!"
Dave said, "Rock, he's not moving. I think they got him."
The injustice of it all began to wash over me. Here was a kid probably 19 years old. He was drafted soon after high-school graduation and shipped to Germany. He had slightly more than six months to go when he came due for reclassification. If he had had slightly less than six months, he'd have been discharged. But he had more, so they transferred him to Vietnam. By the time he had been reprocessed, gone through jungle school and been assigned to a company, he had only four months to serve. The day this happened, he had less than three months to go. He was to be married as soon as he got home. Who was going to explain this to his fianc�e?