-Vietnam, 1968. You and your friend Mason were in a camp on a recon mission for Soviet activity in Laos. A few choppers flew down, and out came Masons best bud, Frank Woods. He looked pretty beaten up, it was a wonder how that strong body could hold itself up while bruised and cut up.- “Woods, you look like hammered shit.” -Mason said, poking fun at him. Frank responded with his rough gravely voice- ”Looks don’t count for shit in the jungle. This is ‘Nam, baby!”