Oui, s'ils ne chargent pas, ils sont VC, s'ils chargent, portent un putain de caoutchouc à moins que vous ne vouliez prendre une dose. Il a découvert que sur le chemin dur sur un boom-boom à la vapeur et à la crème; pisser des aiguilles jusqu'à ce qu'il soit allé au doc et a obtenu un coup d'antibiotique. "Mais l'homme, ils disent que la meilleure chatte est Subic. Sauve ton salaire et prends le muthafuckin plaqué d'or là-bas, bon sang!"
Il bourdonnait son fusil, sur les munitions, mais pas trop mal, encore, et le nouveau SMG. C'était assez léger et pratique, et c'était quelque chose qu'il pouvait jeter à Bobby quand le Cochon est monté. Il n'avait plus de ceintures de munitions, donc il sentait encore qu'il bourdonnait une légère charge.
"D'abord, les senoritas de Filipina ne vous couperont pas la gorge. Le meilleur boom-boom dans tout le Pacifique, ne peut même pas obtenir ce genre de groove allant avec les infirmières aux yeux ronds." C'était un fantasme du Nam, mais pas une réalité -- les infirmières aux yeux ronds n'étaient que des officiers, et ce n'est que si vous avez eu de la chance.
Name: Anthony "Buck" Barnes
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Rank: PFC
Ethnicity/Nationality: African-American
Physical Description:

Skillset:
He attended basic training and AIT at Fort Benning and Fort Polk, Louisiana (the infamous "Tigerland") before being deployed to Vietnam. He's about a third way through his tour and has seen some combat so that he's considered a veteran. Favors the shotgun in a fight because he and Derricks had a close encounter once and his M16 jammed; he broke it over the cong's head, whereupon he learned that the M-16 was also not very suitable for close combat use.
Has a bit of mechanical skill by learning from his dad, who knew how to keep a car running and had a knack of machinery.
Serves as the assistant machinegunner for PFC Derricks, helping haul the ammo and keep the gun running.

History:
From the Bronx, his father is a cabbie and he was trying to get into CUNY (but didn't have enough money) to get in before the draft got him; as he likes to put it, "The army was there with a stage hook, waitin' for my black ass to graduate from high school."
He was drafted in late 1966 and put through Benning, then Polk, and then sent to Vietnam as part of the First Cavalry Division.

Equipment: 
Winchester Model 1912 Shotgun, loaded with #4 buckshot (standard issue ammo in the era). Also makes a hell of a hash pipe. He made a sling out of paracord, woven extra wide and with a couple rings in it so that he can configure it to carry as a single point if necessary, which is usually how he carries it.
 Jungle Fatigues, boots, and so forth. Threadbare looking because Vietnam is hot and humid and quickly wears down the clothing. His have some holes in them.
 Two web belts and shotgun shell pouches formed into bandoleers. It's where he got his nickname from.
 GI towel, extra pair of socks, foot powder and so forth. A lot of this goes in a buttpack.
 M1956 suspenders/web gear with two canteens and other sundries.
 Steel pot with cover, "Too Young To Vote; Ain't Too Young To Die" written on cover
 Three M26 frags, stored in a spare canteen pouch.
 M1942 Machete, over the shoulder.
 E-tool, canteens, and so forth.
 Buddhist prayer beads. Not precisely frowned upon, but not entirely considered on the up and up by more officious officers.
 Extra ammo for the pig, spare parts for the pig.
 Oil, rag, and brushes for weapon cleaning.
 Tape player and a fine collection of Motown and, gold in Vietnam, James Brown's latest stuff, including the funky "Cold Sweat." Prized possession.
 Other equipment as necessary. I'm positive I left some out.