Description of Dead Again

As Peterson entered the vast, cavernous room, an ammunition banana clip was snapped into the chamber of a CAR 15 assault rifle. Holding the rifle was Corporal Cash, mid-thirties, a 260 pound, muscle bound, mustached veteran of every war they never told us about. A deep scar ran from his cheekbone to his chin. He bolted opens the breach on his rifle’s under-mount grenade launcher and chambered a round, lovingly inspecting the bore. Peterson had mixed feelings upon seeing him there: he was a good soldier, but reckless, a danger junkie. And hard to control.