“What I want to know,” Trautman asked Teasle, “was Rambo aware that you were in that retreat?” He shrugged. “The citation and the medal are on my office wall. He saw it. If it meant anything to him.” “Oh, it meant something to him, all right. That’s what saved your life.” “I don’t see how. I just lost my head when Shingleton was shot, and ran like a goddamn scared rat.”
