A man tells his acquaintance, James, about the unspoken, darker experiences as a soldier during the Vietnam war. The soldiers would barely get sleep, and wake early in the morning to clear away bodies after an airstrike. Then they would march through the forest and destroy anything that gets in their way. In their free time, Private First Class Jones, or Jonesy for short, created a gruesome string of cut-off ears on a bit of black wire. When the platoon got to the Phu Luc base camp, the Vietnamese people would stop and stare at the soldiers. In response, the soldiers would shake their creation of string of ears to scare the villagers.  The man also tells James about sitting as the bunker guard. A soldier would have to sit scrunched up and keep watch through a gun slit “the size of a mail slot” to give a situation report to the main bunker via the landline handphone. During watch, the solider keeping watch would daydream of things like the Filipino trio who played lively music. The man recalls how the trio had an accompanying promiscuous dancer who kept the men entertained.  Most particularly, the man thinks that people do not want to hear about the night at LZ Skator-Gator, when the whole company was fired upon by a Vietnamese army troop and faced a massacre. Most of all, the man can recall the clear screams that burst through the deafening air.