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 deaddecomposing 10-day-old GOOK - eyes starting from its sockets,worms and flies feasting.Chris draws his breath in, terrified. Barnes suddenly appearsalongside, his hard humourless eyes looking annoyed from the gookto Chris.
What are you waiting for? He ain't gonna bite you.Move out.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 itout on point. We've got a link up at Phase LineWhiskey at One Eight Zero Zero, over.
EXT. PLATOON PC - DAY - MOVING -- MORNING
At the PLATOON PC, LIEUTENANT WOLFE sweats heavily as he speaksin his radio. He is also new to the field, a dark little feistyguy, about 24, very hairy, especially in the eyebrows, an intenseget-ahead look.
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 otherfreshmeat up here. Gardner.As Barnes picks up his pace, irritated now at this reprimand fromthe CO - coming up on Chris, who is soaked now from head to footin sweat, dizzy, feeling sick, about to vomit.
What the hell's the matter with you Taylor! You asorry ass motherfucker. Fall back.He grabs Chris's machete out of his hand and bulls his way intothe foliage, tearing it apart, setting a new pace.Chris being bypassed by the column, their eyes on him. He isswatting at the red ants that are all over his neck.GARDNER, another new recruit, fat, hustling up to replace him.A big and black medic - DOC - comes over, gentle eyes and manner;