Seared; dizzy tired  in prickly clothes that stink of sweat  and rotting toes,  he bounced between the madness of  a hundred bugs about his throat  and something not quite conscious.     Sees brothers wasted,   hot rods racing;  making out with Rachael,  tastes icy beer.  She laughs till tearing,  dances to the Family Stone’s  bassy beats of heat in hasty   syncopated … More A SOLDIER’S SONG