“Brindley!” Crammer said. “Come on.” He tried to swat the ball from my arm.
I passed it behind myself, to my other hand.
We fought the Viet Cong all night, losing three of our men, plus six wounded. What happened to Kabilis?
I tossed the ball to Crammer and went toward the bleachers, where I sat with my head in my hands.
“Charley.” The coach sat beside me. “You okay?”
No, something’s wrong with me.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Johnson,” the coach said. “Bring that exercise pad. I think Charley better lie down for a few minutes.”
Pad? iPad! That blue doctor, in the hospital, said there was an iPad in the loft of a round barn.
The bell rang for the end of the class. The school day was over.
“You sure you’re all right?”
“I’m good, Coach.” I stood. “Don’t worry. I was just…um…thinking about m
