"Check gear men. Water, lamp, magazines. Check ammo. Check gear. Check your gear."

I swear, some of these guys would lose their heads if they weren't screwed on. They're good soldiers, but at six in the morning you're so blur you can't even hang on to your equipment. At least they're watching their rifles carefully.

"Keep that greasecloth." It's bright orange for God's sake. I guess the color makes it easier to find a clean spot on the cloth, but if it's sticking out of your webbing you make a wonderful target.

Smoking too...the flicker of the cigarette, the plume that just hangs in the air. All dead giveaways in combat. Some pick up the habit in the Army, but others find it convenient to quit in service.

"Who's carrying the signal set?"