Kiwi had one week to go before he got to go home. One bullet did it for him while he was sitting on a grave near Hill 55 Liberty Bridge in Dodge City. Another man, a young green Marine only in country a week received a sunken chest wound by a sniper during an operation after Mike Company was moving in order to set up an ambush 9/21/1968, two months later. When it’s a Marine’s time, a bullet doesn’t discriminate how big or small you are or how long you’ve been there. The other Marines that saw it happen become numb, angry, and want revenge, including Huffman. A detached compassion for each other grows along with the numbness. If you get too close with another Marine, he may die. It’s hard to predict when it will happen. After a casualty, Marines gathered sea rations and water from the Marines that were getting medevac’d. They don’t need it anymore. The Marines block it from their minds: survival for another day.