Brett wasn't in his right mind after the man left, hearing machine gun fire and screams from his men as he trudged through the thick jungles trying to survive. He remembered how the boys used the flame throwers on tunnels and napalm on the machine gun nests above. He remembered frantically reloading as Vietcong charged their perimeter with no regard for their life. He started to cry in his chair and his body tensed up remembering Johnny and Carusso who died in the Bush due to traps set by vietcong and northern Vietnamese soldiers. He grabbed his head for a moment as more gruesome imagery came into the confines of his mind as he screamed seeing mutilated bodies and dead friends. Tears streamed hard down the hardened vets face as he slowly came back to his sons voice, the imagery stopping with a warmth of knowing he was him and not fighting anymore." Come watch tv with your pa after you're done. I need someone down here with me to watch my back." He smiled and didn't know what this warmth was. But he knew it came from his kids voice and presence." I want to tell you about my days in the army.... I need an ear.... Hell maybe I will give you some money for some marijuana in return." He knew that he shouldn't be promoting the drug, but if it gave him an ear, then he would give the man money for his drugs and give him a job as an ear to his woes.