You were on light duty for jungle rot on your feet, hence the white cotton socks you were wearing. You taught me to stand guard on top of the bunker, with sandbags piled in front for protection. It was about the B-40 rockets, or so you said. The guys in our flank bunker opened up with their machine guns that night on guard duty. We only had our rifles. In all, t'was a quiet night, as quiet as they could be in Nam.
