Chris glancing down at his raw bleeding blisters. Transfers the
machete to his other, slightly less blistered, hand. The kid
cuts on - struggling but trying, on his last reserves of
strength, smashing almost straight forward through brush, not
even bothering to look ahead. He smells something, looks around,
slows his pace, eyes working ... around to the base of a tree.
He moves past it.
And as he does so, the camera from his POV comes around on a dead
decomposing 10-day-old GOOK - eyes starting from its sockets,
worms and flies feasting.
Chris draws his breath in, terrified. Barnes suddenly appears
alongside, his hard humourless eyes looking annoyed from the gook
What are you waiting for? He ain't gonna bite you.
Chris looks at him with pent-up hatred and crashes on.
EXT. PLATOON PC - DAY - MOVING
At the COMPANY PC, CAPTAIN HARRIS on the radio.
Bravo Two, Six. What's the delay up there, move it
out on point. We've got a link up at Phase Line
Whiskey at One Eight Zero Zero, over.
EXT. PLATOON PC - DAY - MOVING -- MORNING
At the PLATOON PC, LIEUTENANT WOLFE sweats heavily as he speaks
in his radio. He is also new to the field, a dark little feisty
guy, about 24, very hairy, especially in the eyebrows, an intense
Two Bravo, Two move it out. Six says we're jamming
'em up back there. Over.
Barnes, upfront, turns to SAL, his radio man, under his breath.
Tell that dipshit to get fucked. Get that other
freshmeat up here. Gardner.