Glass Tiger

He chose ’Nam. Married a girl named Terry Prescott the day before he left. Did three tours in country, the last two as a long-range sniper behind enemy lines. Exceptional behind the gun. At various times, he took out four gook officers with 1,000 yard shots.

When Vietnam ended, he came home to Terry and in ’73 they had a daughter, Nisa. But peace-time Army couldn’t hold him. In the mid-’70s he went the soldier-of-fortune route. The records are sketchy. Maybe Nigeria. Maybe Angola. Maybe the Sudan. Maybe Biafra. Maybe all of them. Maybe none. Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe bullshit.

State department tried to pull his passport, but, no proof. Dropped off the screen. No other official records I can access without other agencies knowing someone is looking. If you’re after Corwin, cream his ass. Fucker hadn’t ought to be that good. Buy me a drink sometime and tell me how it turned out.