"You believe in God?"

Murdock stopped cleaning his gun and stared. This was a little too philosophical for the Faceman. Maybe the tiger beer they were sharing as they cleaned their weapons was getting to him.

Murdock squinted and looked up at the canopy above, scrutinizing the trees in the dimming light of the jungle to buy himself some time.

"Sure," he admitted finally.

There were a few seconds silence as Face seemingly mulled his answer over. The unspoken "still?" hanging thick in the air.

"You know how religious orders are always telling you, you gotta make Heaven on earth?"

"Yeah?"

" You think maybe this is Hell on earth?"

"Hot enough to be," said Murdock lightly, resuming his cleaning with a vengeance.

Face nodded, wiped the sweat from his brow with his arm, even as night approached the jungle still felt far too warm, the sun still burning, almost smothering him in heat.

He turned his back to it.

Vietnam was definitely Hell.

End.