The Phantom Blooper

The Phantom BlooperIn Vietnam, nice guys do not finish at allSomewhere out behind a black wall of monsoon rain and beyond our wire, the Phantom Blooper laughs.I laugh, too.Naked except for a pearl-gray Stetson bearing a black-and-white peace button, I rise up from my bed of wet clay in the bottom of a slit trench. I climb, scuttling like a crab, to the top of a sandbagged bunker. Mud-soaked and shivering, I hunker down. I listen. Holding my breath, I listen and I wait, afraid to breathe.I grunt....