A day or two after the St. Valentine's Day massacre, which we just read about a black trooper named White, refused to go into the field. He offered his refusal loud and clear out in the battalion street where he could be heard by one and all. I tapped him on the chest, but listen, I'll tell you what I'll do. Out there when you're on your own, you're anybody's and everybody's meat. If VC or NVA don't get you, the locals will. And even if you don't, I'll see to it that you get a purple heart.