"That was the first time any of us saw Shortstop..." Sweepy said pensively. "We didn't treat him very hospitable-like (Except Floodwatch of course. We didn't understand why at the time). Up 'til then, the only Vietnamese contact we'd had before then was with the enemy. Yeah we made sure he drew the short stick every time there was a dangerous assignment. Sarge was the worst out of all of us! If I could take it back I would. He didn't deserve what we put him through... He would and did lay down his life for us and our cause..."
VIETNAM 1969
"Do - you - un - der - stand - me? I - said - mop - out - the - la - trines!" Sarge was pretending like Ahn-Toh-Ni didn't know how to speak English again, and Floodwatch was sick of it. "He understands you Sarge! He speaks perfect English but you wouldn't know that because you never let him get a word in edgewise!" At this, Sarge's face turned brick red. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME PRIVATE!!?!" "I believe I told you to treat him like a human and not like an animal, sir." There was a venom in Floodwatch's voice that nobody in the squad had heard before. "I will treat him any way I damn well please private, and if you don't like that then you better be prepared to be spiting out chiclets before the day is through." "I don't want to fight you Sarge, but I'm not going to let you keep treating Ahn-Toh-Ni like garbage."
At this point, Dusty and Frostbite ran onto the scene to see what was happening. They saw Sarge and Floodwatch square off to fight. Dusty started off to break up the fight, but Frostbite grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and said "No, it's time for Floodwatch to put his money where his mouth is."
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