Blue World by Robert R. McCammon

me.“ Price paused. The wind howled around the door, and the lightning illuminated for an instant the thrashing woods across the highway. ”The mud was up to our knees, Mr. Trooper,“ he said. ”We were moving across a rice paddy in the dark, being real careful not to step on the bamboo stakes we figured were planted there. Then the first shots started: pop pop pop--like firecrackers going off. One of the Nightcrawlers fired off a flare, and we saw the Cong ringing us. We’d walked right into hell, Mr. Trooper. Somebody shouted, ‘Charlie’s in the light!’ and we started firing, trying to punch a hole through them. But they were everywhere. As soon as one went down, three more took his place. Grenades were going off, and more flares, and people were screaming as they got hit. I took a bullet in the thigh and another through the hand. I lost my rifle, and somebody fell on top of me with half his head missing.“ ”Uh… listen,“ I said. ”You don’t have to--“ ”I
    want to, friend.“ He glanced quickly at me, then back to Dennis. I think I cringed when his gaze pierced me. ”I want to tell it all. They were fighting and screaming and dying all around me, and I felt the bullets tug at my clothes as they passed through. I know I was screaming too, but what was coming out of my mouth sounded bestial. I ran. The only way I could save my own life was to step on their bodies and drive them down into the mud. I heard some of them choke and blubber as I put my boot on their faces. I knew all those guys like brothers… but at that moment they were only pieces of meat. I ran. A gunship chopper came over the paddy and laid down some fire, and that’s how I got out. Alone.“ He bent his face closer toward the other man’s. ”And you’d better believe I’m in that rice paddy in ‘Nam every time I close my eyes. You’d better believe the men I left back there don’t rest easy. So you keep your opinions about ’Nam and being ‘behind you guys’ to yourself, Mr. Trooper. I don’t want to hear that bullshit. Got it?“
    Dennis sat very still. He wasn’t used to being talked to like that, not even from a ‘Nam vet, and I saw the shadow of anger pass over his face.
    Price’s hands were trembling as he brought a little bottle out of his jeans pocket. He shook two blue-and-orange capsules out onto the counter, took them both with a swallow of coffee, and then recapped the bottle and put it away. The flesh of his face looked almost ashen in the dim light.
    “I know you boys had a rough time,” Dennis said, “but that’s no call to show disrespect to the law.”
    “The law,” Price repeated. “Yeah. Right.
    Bullshit.“
    “There are women and children present,” I reminded him. “Watch your language.”
    Price rose from his seat. He looked like a skeleton with just a little extra skin on the bones. “Mister, I haven’t slept for more than thirty-six hours. My nerves are shot. I don’t mean to cause trouble, but when some fool says he understands,
    I feel like kicking his teeth down his throat-- because no one who wasn’t there can pretend to understand.“ He glanced at Ray, Lindy, and the kids. ”Sorry, folks. Don’t mean to disturb you. Friend, how much do I owe?“ He started digging for his wallet.
    Dennis slid slowly from his seat and stood with his hands on his hips. “Hold it.” He used his trooper’s voice again. “If you think I’m lettin‘ you walk out of here high on pills and needin’ sleep, you’re crazy. I don’t want to be scrapin‘ you off the highway.”
    Price paid him no attention. He took a couple of dollars from his wallet and put them on the counter. I didn’t touch them. “Those pills will help keep me awake,” Price said. “Once I get on the road, I’ll be fine.”
    “Fella, I wouldn’t let you go if it was high noon and not a cloud in the sky. I sure as hell don’t want to clean up after the accident you’re gonna have. Now, why don’t you come along to