Start you're Own Revolution: Infultrate the Masses

"What's your rifle number?"

the sergeant asked.

I told him:

"seven, sixty-nine, double-O seven."

"Don't fuck around," he said,

"gimme your rifle number."

"I just did."

He grabs the rifle from me and reads:

"Seven, sixty-nine, double-O seven."

Days left in Vietnam: 99