Parris Island ran anywhere from ten to fifteen degrees hotter than mainland South Carolina, and Sergeant Innes, warden to these shambling draftees with an average age of nineteen, had a patriotic opposition to air conditioning. “If you can’t make it in this piddling heat,” he liked to announce, “how the hell are you going to last a day in Vietnam?” It was a good question. The answer, so far as Dennis “Lefty” Granville could work out, was that he wasn’t going to last.