Do you know what it feels like to have sweat sweat on your sweat? Well that's what it's like to be in Country after the rain season. It's hot, but it's not just hot, it's humid. It's so fucking humid it would make the hair on a cats back start sweating. It gets so hot that GI's will often have their rifles slip out of their hands due to sweaty palms and the oils melting off their M14's. Yeah it's fucking hot and for some reason, it's a good type of heat. Not that Nevada heat where it's a dry heat. A heat so hot it feels like you're under a microscope, where the sweat off your back sizzles on your stop sign red skin. Where the off pinkish-orange paint on the motels that littered Vegas would change to white under the sun. Where pools in those big fancy hotels where all those celebrities stay would constantly have to pump water into their pools to stop them from vaporising and leaving nothing but a burning hot blue tiled oven in the ground.
Despite the bugs, the humidity, the people, the fighting, the blood, the killing, the yellow bellies back home and draftees, Vietnam was a nice place. Maybe not the best but it was a hell of a lot better than Vegas by far. No drug fucked parents to worry about, no mob fuckheads kicking your ass up and down the strip because you gave their Capo a wrong look, no gabbling… Officially but most of 3rd Marine wouldn't admit shit even though doing so would probably get most of their loses back from the grubby hands of one particular Staff Sergeant. Nah it was alright, that's if you could handle the long watches, the dead silence followed by the hypnotising buzz of fucking mosquitos, the spartic firefights on the wire and the long fucking patrols that seemed to stretch on for days without end where newbies would fuck up, get jungle rot or some type of fucking disease 'cause they didn't listen to their CO or NCO's and had to take a weeks leave back in Dong Ha, probably getting their dicks wrecked with all sorts of fucked up diseases as well as having all their cash stolen right from under then noses. Yeah Vietnam was alright.
It would have had to have been 1962 when Harris thought it smart enough to enlist in the Marines…
Wow holy shit, someone focusing on the real instead of hell? That's illegal!
I know I know, it's practically heresy to purely focus on the human parts of these characters lives but, I've chosen to undertake this. Not just as a character exploration piece but also one that can potentially teach some semblance of history and fact about the Vietnam war and overall show my view on what shaped Husk to be what he is in the show. This is a Alternate Universe so this in NO WAY is related to the show as this theory, this story, Husk being a veteran was shotgunned by Vivzie. So this is more or less, a way to give a new look on things. I hope people enjoy it.