(A/N: To be honest, I have no idea who's POV it is or even who the main character is. I have a feeling it's Dallas, however, just for the fact that the language I'm writing in has a Dally vibe to it. Not intentional, I'm just winging it. All chapters are WIP and I'll add more when I can.)
Full Plot: Dallas Winston had no intentions of going to Vietnam. He had no intentions of sticking around long enough to find out that his Lieutenant was two years younger than him and that he had seen the kid grow up. He had no intentions of taking orders from him. He had not planned on being carried out on helicopter by the one kid that he could hardly look at without wanting to punch his big nose. He defiantly had no intentions of picking up a VietCongo broad like some kind of Superman, and he defiantly did not plan on watching his Lieutenant fall in love with her, and then die.
But he guessed that what's it took to be a soldier.
He had it all figured out.
He'd go to Vietnam in the summer, shoot a few Chucks, check out the scenery, maybe boom boom a little with a few pretty broads and then split faster than he could say AMF. He'd also get paid, of course. At least he better, it wasn't like he was going to go out to the boonies for a good time and risk getting malaria for his health.
That was the plan anyway.
He had no intentions of picking up one of those VietCongo chicks or anything and pretending to be Superman.
No sir'yee.
Too bad no one gave his Lieutenant the memo.