"Corporal Walter O'Reilly reporting for duty sir!" Henry Blake looks up from his fishing reel he was trying to untangle to see a pimpled faced and nervous boy no more than 18 standing at attention.
"Ah yes you must be my new company clerk. Very well. Very well."
"Yes sir!"
"Now that's enough of that. Sir, blah I hate that word!"
"Sorry sir. I mean, I mean oh jeez my first day I already screwed up!"
"Corporal it's alright. Just relax. You any good with lures? This one is being a bitch."
"I've never been fishing before."
"What? Well that's a travesty if I have heard it. Didn't your father ever take you?"
"My father died when I was a small baby."
"Well that's most unfortunate. I'll have to take you some time."
"Are there lakes to fish in Korea?"
"I am not sure, we'll figure something out, perhaps,' he pauses when the young man looks up to the far corner of the room his eyes someplace unseen focusing, 'what is it son?"
"Is that helicopters?"
"Nah there's no fighting for miles plus I don't he-" He stops as the whirling of the blades reach his ears as he stares bewildered at the clerk.
"Wounded!" Some from outside yells, Henry jumps from his seat racing for the door.
"What should I do?"
"Anything! Come on I'll make sure nothing happens to you O'Reilly."