There were a few nurses with the group, too, and Judy went and sat with them.

We picked up about fifty more guys in Anchorage, most of them infantry from Fort Lewis. “I think somebody figures if I see Nam first, everything else is going to look good to me.” The plane had been half empty coming from Massachusetts to Anchorage. I got assigned to the hospital in Devens, but it got boring.” “Now you going to see the world?” “Something like that,” she said. I did basic there and then went right into medical school. I don’t think anybody is really from Dallas anymore.” “You took advanced training at Fort Devens?” “Unh -uh. “You?” “I tell most people I’m from Dallas,” she said. “On the plane he asked a captain to wake him up when we reached Cong City.” “Where you say you were from?” “New York,” I answered. She had brought along an assortment of snacks to eat on the plane and was now digging into a bag of potato chips as we waited for the plane to refuel in Anchorage, Alaska, on our way to Vietnam. I had been sitting next to Judy on the flight from Massachusetts.

Most of us were in fatigues, the army’s work clothes. “Does he really think we’re in Vietnam already?” Specialist, Fifth Class Judy Duncan looked sharp in her dre ss uniform as she leaned against the Coke machine. “Ma ke sure they ai n’t none in there.” “Right.” I watched him wade through a sea of GIs, stopping now and again to talk to one of them. It read “Gates.” “Hey, Gates, I’ll tell you as soon as I see some Congs.” “I’m going on in the bathroom,” he said. They don’t want their butts kicked.” “Yeah, okay.” I looked at the guy’s name tag. Who you think I’m talking ’bout?” “Why you think somebody told them you were coming?” “’Cause I don’t see none of ’em around here. 1 Fallen Angels By: Walter Dean Myers Chapter 1 “Somebody must have told them suckers I was coming.” “Told who?” I asked.

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