"Private Einstein! Report to the barbershop. You get that hair cut away from your ears and off the back of your neck! ASAP! Move Private! Your smart a-- isn't holding up the operation. Do you copy!"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

Within five minutes, Private Einstein returned to stand in formation.

"Remove your helmet Private!"

Captain Crunch snapped, "What the hell is wrong with you? Damn if you aren't too smart for your good. I ordered you to get a hair-cut, not a mohawk. You dumb son of a b---h!"

"Sir," replied private Einstein, "hair is off my ears and nape of my neck, Sir."

"You get on that chopper smart-a--. When you return, you will receive an article 15. I'm docking your pay!"

Einstein boarded one of three Huey slick helicopters ready to leave base camp. Thirty minutes later, 15 soldiers landed in a Montagnards village. They secured the village perimeter setting claymore mines and tripwires attached to Star-lite flares, and dug fox holes. Laboring shirtless, minus helmet, Einstein's mohawk caught the villagers' attention. Montagnards approached him conversing in a foreign dialect. They smiled and carried on as if Private Einstein comprehended.

April 2, Captain Crunch and a team of doctors landed in the village. Medicine and vaccines were to be administered to the tribe. Seven of the 15 soldiers met the medical team.

"I don't want to see your face," Captain Crunch barked, "Crawl back in to your fox hole Einstein!"

Private Einstein hadn't even moved an inch before he was ordered to stand at attention.

"What the hell?" Captain Crunch questioned out loud, looking around the village. "I don't believe this shit is happening! Are you for real?" He observed six Montagnards men, including the Chief, sporting mohawks!