Chapter 11


    Shawn walked over to Jesse and asked if he had eaten breakfast. He replied that he had, but he was hungry again. They walked over to the mess tent and eyed the food the ARVN chef was serving. They decided to move on. When they left the tent, they ran right into Dave Sanders.


    Sanders was an imposing figure at six-two and two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He''d been in Vietnam for two years and was highly respected by everyone he worked with. Recruited by the CIA from Michigan State University, Sanders attended the "Farm" after graduation. Camp Peary is a military base near Williamsburg, Virginia, where CIA agents have been trained since 1951. Bright, young, and ambitious, Sanders was no pushover. After arriving in Xuan Loc, Sanders hit on Sydney when they both drank at a nightclub one night but was politely turned down.


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    Sanders grinned when he saw the two Green Berets coming at him.


    "Jesse, you lucky fuck, how''s it hanging, man?" Sanders gave him a slap on the back and nodded at Shawn.


    Jesse looked up at the big man. "We''re doing one more night of recon, and then we''re heading out."


    "Yea, this cluster fuck of a war is coming to an end, my man. I just hope the fucking politicians that are supposedly running our country and the jerkoffs at the Pentagon will learn something from this, but frankly, I sincerely fucking doubt it."


    "I couldn''t agree with you more. We''re heading over to a local spot for breakfast. Do you want to join us? Jesse asked.


    "I''d love to, but it''s imperative that I finish a report this morning. But thanks for the invite…my stomach isn''t looking forward to the abuse I''m about to inflict on it in there," Sanders said, pointing at the mess tent.


    "I hear you there, man," Shawn said.


    "Well… guys, you take care now. I''ll see you later." Sanders said as he strolled toward the mess tent.