It was night.
Krakauer was smoking in front of his barrack instead of sleeping, when Rambo joined him.
The crickets were singing and the sky was clean.
Rambo looked up to the stars, than he said:
“Nice night”
“It is”
Krakauer continued smoking and the two men just stayed silent for a while
Then he said:
“When do you think they are going to put us 'under'?”
“Soon. Trautman won't let us feel like the passing of the selection means that we are done with him”
“What do you mean?”
Rambo smiled.
“I think he wants much more than what we have given him during the selection process”
Krakauer sighed.
“What a bloody nuisance...”
“Yes it is”
“Where do you come from, Krack?” Rambo asked.
Krakauer lit another cigarette then winked an eye to Rambo.
“There are things that are nicer when kept private. Just like those that happens in war. Aren't they, John?
Of course – Rambo thought.
Then he said:
“Have you been in 'Nam like me?”
“No, but not everyone likes to talk about his past, and it seems to me that you don't like it neither, isn't it, John?”