Maladict, emerging from the trees, gave a lazy salute. He was still wearing his blanket. “What are you doing out of uniform?” “I’m in uniform underneath, Sarge. We don’t want to be seen, right? Like this, we become part of the jungle!” “It’s a forest, Corporal! And without bloody uniforms, how the hell will we know our friends from our enemies?” Maladict lit a cigarette before he replied. “The way I see it, Sarge,” he said, “the enemy is everyone but us.”
