“Everybody in my company had a good-luck charm. Mostly crosses, some rabbit’s feet, or an AK bullet that was the bullet that would’ve killed you if you didn’t have it on you. Stuff like that.” “Does that mean nobody in your company was KIA?” “Yeah, guys got killed. But if you had a charm, you didn’t think you were gonna get killed.” “Right. Well, thanks for lending it to me.” “It worked.” “Must have.” I downed half the rum.
