Fort Bragg
Jorgenson came out from the shower still naked, and with the bath towel over his shoulders.
Thanks to the months that had just passed, he was even bigger, more stocky and muscular than before.
He had just had his hair cut, and it was now crew cut and very short.
Getting out from the shower he met Johnny in the corridor, who was doing some push ups.
“They are letting Danforth and Messner keep their beards, did you know that? Because you know, we are going to work under-cover too”
Only then did Jorgenson realize that Rambo was working out.
“What the fuck are you doing, Johnny? Are you crazy?”
Rambo did not reply.
“These fucking workouts... You are exhausted too, Johnny, everyone can see it. You don't need to work out right now... You will only ruin your muscles. From time to time, you have to recover”
Rambo calmly finished his push-ups – doing them slowly and in the most tiring of possible ways – then he sat on the floor staring into space
He waited to get his breath back, and then he stood up and said:
“You are right Carl, but today we didn't work out enough, and what I can do I have to do it. If I can move and I don't do it, it would be a waste.
Jorgenson shook his head.
“You are crazy, you do know that, don’t you?”
“If what Trautman says is right, the exercises we are doing shouldn't be in groups, but individually. Every one of us is different from the others: what's not enough for me could be too much for you, or vice-versa”
“I tell you this from the heart, buddy: your screws are not entirely tightened”
Rambo smiled.
Jorgenson stayed a little while looking at him, then he went off shaking his head.