Although it's the third entry in Rabe's Vietnam-themed triptych of early works -- it was preceded by 1971's The Basic Training of Pavlo Hummel and 1972's Sticks and Bones -- Streamers, which is set in 1965, does not appear to be inextricably linked to that particular conflict, and the paucity of historical tethering permits the drama a measure of timelessness.
The locus here is not the heated theater of war, but the anteroom thereto. Rabe trains his cool, reportorial eye not on any ideological arguments, but on the systemic marginalization that produces willing killers. The four enlistees at the play's center have heard rumors of Vietnam, where they suspect they'll soon be assigned. In the meanwhile, having survived boot camp, they're just trying to get along and glean a few small pleasures during the indeterminate wait.
Richie (Hale Appleman) is a New York sophisticate and an unapologetic -- if unflamboyant -- homosexual. His roommates, the college-educated Billy (Brad Fleischer), who tries to pass as a mere prole, and Roger (J.D. Williams), a go-getting African-American who's a classic accommodator, are constantly after Richie to admit that he's not gay (or "punk," as they put it). However, Richie clearly has a thing for Billy, which may or may not be reciprocated (despite Billy's vocal protests).
Into this stew of simmering relationships bursts Carlyle (the mesmerizing Ato Essendoh), a jive-talking operator on permanent KP duty. Representing the lowest stratum of Army life -- and whatever past put him there -- Carlyle is lonely or crazy or both.
At the outset of the play, Billy poses a Scylla-and-Charybdis conundrum: Would Roger prefer "snow or snakes" (meaning an assignment in the frigid North or in the jungle)? The surprise denouement -- Rabe has masterfully built up the tension, but it still comes as a shock -- contains elements of both.
Rabe doesn't seem to require us to analyze or attach any sort of message to what we've seen. It's as if he just wants us along for the ride, as witnesses to what he himself saw in the '60s. There's a searing transparency to his writing, intensified by the honest, grounded performances Ellis has elicited from this elite cadre of actors.