Joker stood next to the crowd, all staring at the deceased whom were buried in a dirt pit. “Thank God I’m not the one in there.” he laughed, adjusting his camera for a second before sticking out his hand for a shake.

“I’m James T. Davis, but everyone calls me Joker, I do basic military journalism for Stars and Stripes here in Vietnam.“ Joker explained as he tucked away his notepad.

“Watch out sweetheart, I’ll make you a star.” he chuckled while readjusting his glasses, his eyes now looking over towards you.