There were atrocities that Charlie committed that made me want to take them all out. I managed to construct a personal code of ethics that allowed my ...hatred of the Vietnamese to extend only to the enemy. Once, a Vietnamese girl, probably twelve or thirteen years old, came around the corner of a hut with an AK-47 in the ready position. I took her out with no remorse.I became fast friends with Bao Ming, my Vietnamese counterpart. Bao was one crazy fucker and ruthless as a crocodile. I saw him. We decided that group dates and double dates would be allowed the fall semester, dependent on keeping her grades and her behavior up. We would reexamine this policy in the spring semester and when she turned sixteen. We were to meet all boys ahead of time. Whining and complaining would not help her prospects for changing the rules. She immediately called her buddies and had them come over so they could plan for the upcoming Homecoming Dance. The fact that none of them had boyfriends yet was not. A short was all he was wearing, revealing his impressive muscled chest, and around his waist Anna already noticed a leather belt with the characteristic hole in it. It was smaller than the hole in Quam's belt, though. The two men were engaged in an animated discussion about four variably sized ivory sticks the newcomer was holding in his hands. Apparently, they had a difference of opinion about which was the most appropriate tool in this particular case of purification.There wasn't much. The Driscol house was relatively isolated. The nearest neighbor would barely be able to see the top of the flames as the house burned."Bravo Team in position," Jamal whispered. He checked the selector switch on the suppressed MP-5 one last time, making sure it was set to three round bursts. He unclipped a flash bang grenade from his shoulder webbing and crept up to the well-lit house. He would not fail Max this time. He motioned for the men behind him to form up. They were like armed ants.