- Je le jure, Mamma-san avait une bite plus grosse que la mienne. Quand j'ai vu cette merde, j'ai sorti cette putain de tique. La première et la dernière fois, j'irai dans un bordel de Saigon.
Bobby a terminé son histoire et a exhalé de la fumée de cigarette pendant qu'ils l'ont percuté dans la jungle en formation avec le reste de l'équipe. Il avait bousillé un Newport de Buck sur la promesse qu'il le rembourserait quand ils seraient au camp. Même s'il a perdu son arme pendant l'accident, Bobby avait réussi à garder ses aviateurs et à les porter sur son visage pendant qu'ils marchaient. Le revolver dans sa ceinture était purement de la faim, mais ça le ferait. Il a fait une rapide descente des munitions laissées pour le cochon et n'était pas trop optimiste sur ce qui pourrait arriver s'ils restaient dans la brousse jusqu'à ce soir et demain.
Name: Robert "Bobby D." Derricks
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Ethnicity/Nationality: African-American
Physical Description:
Bobby D. is nineteen but looks fourteen with his baby smooth face and pimply complexion. His skin is a rich, coffee-colored with a smattering of freckles around his eyes. Bobby's very skinny, just barely above the Army's minimum weight requirement. He has put on weight since carrying the Pig around has improved his upper body strength. He has gap teeth that he shows whenever he smiles or grins.
Skillset:
Bobby has a sharp intellect but that is often hidden by his constant joking
As a trained gunner Bobby is a expert at maintaining high rates of fire at the cost of accuracy
History:
Bobby D. grew up in St. Louis as the youngest of three children. His father, Bob Sr., served in World War II. Despite his parent's attempts to keep him straight Bobby ran around with a local gang of toughs. Bobby chose to be rebellious instead of use his natural intelligence to try and make something of himself. He skipped school, drank, smoked, and did drugs. He was in and out of juvie for petty offenses until he turned seventeen. Six months before his eighteenth birthday he was caught trying to hot-wire a car. Brought in front of a judge he was given a choice: ten years in state prison as an adult, or six months in juvie until he turned eighteen. After that he would be released into the Army's recognizance. He traded prison gray for army green. After a rough stint in basic, Bobby learned to keep his mouth shut and shipped out to 'Nam as a machine gunner.
Bobby D. has a reputation as a class clown among the men and often speaks in the third person.
Equipment: 
M60 Machine gun he calls Jack Johnson because "It's big, black, and knocks motherfuckers out."
Aviator sunglasses
Combat helmet with "B.A.M.F" stenciled on one side, and "El BJ" stenciled on the other.
Two days worth of C-rations