Diamond Lake

Joe Greene had been Joe Greene for so long that he really thought that he was Joe Greene- - Most of the time anyway.

He'd lain beside a buddy in a Nam rice paddy one night, made long by the sounds that weren't made by his team or by the gut-shot water buffalo walking in ever smaller circles somewhere off to his left.

"There ain't never going to be another Joe Greene." His buddy said.

"How come?" The one called Padre asked.

"I'm the last one of my family."

"So go home and screw something."

"I ain'...