The firing stopped suddenly, as if the return of our company was something for the enemy to take stock of, while the remnants of Kilo Company had figured out they were only making themselves targets for the RPGs.
“They’ve quit firing those things,” Fusner whispered in my ear, after a few moments of silence.
Anything wrong Jim, haven’t seen the next chapter for some time now?
Posting it this evening….
Gods purpose is real for you. He has given you the a great talent and gift for writing to heal others with your story. What an Awesome comment from Pop who has borne witness to the healing.
God Bless you.
Nancy
Thanks Nancy. Yes, Poppa, J, Mike S, Larry and so many more have made stunningly coherent and such touching comments.
People sometimes wonder why I answer every comment on this site. It is time consuming but it’s also so very rewarding. Not for the exercise of writing and expounding
about what I think but for sitting here and considering what so many write in their own comments. There are a lot of really good writers that have been able to reach
into their own hearts and then put the words on this site. The whole 30 Days effort has been converted to the 30 Days Experience by the writers of comments on here.
Thanks does not really say it.
Semper fi,
Jim
Please realize… I work at a VA Clinic in Northern Wisconsin and since becoming aware of your work I consequently try to tell all my Vietnam Vets about 30 Days. Many, many of the vets I tell come back to me and express their thanks to you for writing their lives. They talk of the great comfort and healing you have brought to them. God Bless you James.
These are not all easy segments to write, in fact most of them are not, as I must ride the emotional highs and lows I’d thought I’d long dealt with years ago.
I have dealt with them but their presence is very much at the forefront of my mind these days. Sometimes, I read these comments and pick up a pen immediately
to go on. That’s the feeling your comment gave me. Like this is all worth more than my own supposed cathartic pouring out of my soul wrenching events.
Thanks for making me smile into this night.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
That VA rep should pass this info on to other VA installations as a form of help in counseling. The counsellors first have to understand what took place, before they can properly counsel the vets. I have believed this every since I read the first chapter of this book.
The counselors at the VA have the same problem most civilians have.
They don’t believe what really happened and they are listening to a lot of returning veterans who were never in the bush.
How can they be expected to know how to deal with the real guys who can’t tell them much of
what might be bothering them. VA counselors are required to turn vets in who confess
or make the admission they killed or harmed their own men.
They must also report theft of civilian material while in country if a vet admits it.
They also must report possession of automatic weapons if the vet
might admit that he has one or more without necessary tax stamps. And so on.
Yes, you can go to the VA to get counseling but you are not going to get counseling.
Hand them my book and say shit like that happened to you, but don’t tell them that you did the same identical shit.
And believe me, after all that I’ve written here in this comment,
they also do not want to hear about racial stuff.
Semper fi, my good friend,
Jim
Still here still reading your great work, I forgot the exact date you arrived in country was it Sep . Of 69, I also arrived mid sep 69 army infantry. I experanced some racial issues. But was not there that long. Why is it that we as whites are called prejudice when it always starts with some other race fucking with us. Reverse discrimination I would say. Don
Because they ‘fuck’ with us by merely existing on the same planet Don.
Race is the ultimate perspective because it is self-evident upon first sighting.
Most of life is subtly and deceptively hidden behind other things but race is right there
in your face and in his or her face instantly.
Semper fi,
Jim
And so it was meant to be since the Tower of Babel, when the Lord created the different tongues and likely the different races. Each group went off on their own out of fear for the other and things have not changed much on this planet since then.
Usually the term racism never rears it’s ugly head, until a member of one race accuses a member of another race of racism. The true racist is usually the one who is making the accusations! Think about it, who is always crying racism?
Thanks J, for your direct opinion and unfettered expession of it on here.
We have some differences of opinion about several subjects
but I don’t see that as a problem to agreeing about life in general and our existence on this planet.
Thanks for the usual deep thinking…
Semper fi,
Jim
I happen to agree. As to whether or not racism was an issue for our brothers that fought,died,and/or survived that war, I can only listen to the words of those who were there. Yet, I happen to believe that Vietnam was the first time overseas, racism against humanity as a whole was employed…not only as experienced and now evidenced by recounting your story James of that time, yet sadly, with every time thereafter…by who? By those willing to sacrifice humanity itself to monetary and political gain. Every word you write allows humanity to realize who or what continues to foment racism and the imperial construct it maintains. The telling of your story James reveals the courage we might all apply for the sake of humanity, not for having been forsaken.
Racism was all over Vietnam, just as it was back home. It is still all over the place here.
Racisim is the easiest eliminator we have as humans. Even easier than sexism.
Instant recognition by eyesight of someone different and in the minority.
We are all predators and prey…
sometimes assigned those roles and at other times fully in charge of them.
Our ability to use our very thin neocortex located intellect to overcome the monster of emotional cerebellum
we all have is what is allowing us to advance as a successful civilization.
But it is very slow advancement and we kill off a lot of one another in order to advance at all.
Thanks for discussing something so sensitive and doing so on here.
Semper fi,
Jim
Love the story. Being born in 67, the Vietnam was something I never learned about. In 18 years of school I never had a class that went beyond WW2, or maybe some very basic on Korea. Your story really helps me understand what an absolute mess that insane war was. Seems like they were just throwing men into a meat grinder. How could they possibly expect anyone to be able to function logically and tactically in that mess? I mean, sure you can fight, but I mean wow…..don’t eat or sleep well at all for 2 weeks and still come up with a plan to keep your men alive…just crazy. I mean, sure sometimes that just happens, but when it is the operational norm, some one was is either incompetent or has seen so many casualties that they can’t get what is going on….or something. Just one note for consideration. The sentence ““Was,” I whispered, more to myself than Fusner, and then regretted not keeping my mouth shut, the memory of the boy’s voice immediately brought to the forefront of my mind.” Could use some help. At the very least a better verb than brought (active?passive?) would help. I think you might be further ahead making a few sentences out of that. I will say this too, it seems you rushed this chapter a bit. Not technically, but emotionally…..that may just be me and I do not mean to be a jerk, but it seems this has a slightly different feel…not as introspective as the last chapters. It’s your story, tell it how you want, just an observation.
Thanks for the help Paul and I’ll mention this to Chuck for changing.
These chapters are all ‘rushed’ because they move at very intense emotional speed, although the physical reality
may follow. Thanks for the help editing…
Semper fi,
Jim
Very interesting comments Paul, about the way you see how the Vietnam War went down. What you probably don’t realize, is the fact that it was never fought as a war as far as our government was concerned, but referred to as a Police Action by the U.S. government. That is how they justified sending our troops into Vietnam.
The other factor to consider, was that our nation was in the middle of a major cultural change at the time, that was brought on by the leftist movement disguised as a free love and peace Era., i.e. the hippie generation. It was a great time for social upheaval and rebellion against the laws of our nation and particularly against military activity. With the election of JFK, leadership of the military began to change rapidly, with civilian liberals taking over the Pentagon, many of which had never been to war and despised it to begin with. However, they believed that they knew all there was to know about running a war.
To understand what happened in Vietnam, is to understand the mentality of our leaders at the time. They did not believe in victory as they represented peace right? So from the onset of that war, our leaders were busy creating a peace treaty in Paris. Do you remember hearing about Henry Kissinger? He was the spear head for bringing about a peaceful resolution for the Vietnam (Police Action) war!
When you read the history of WW II, undoubtedly you read about some of our greatest generals, who had been well trained to win wars and were very proud in their ability to fulfill their assigned mission. At that time, they had the full support of our government and were able to fight a war the way they had been taught to do so, i.e., win it! That mentality all changed with the onset of the Korean war that was also supposedly a Police Action. That ended the same way as the Vietnam war did, with a peace treaty. Problem was, peace was never established in either country as the communist took over Vietnam and the the war has continued between North and South Korean to this very day!
The reason you saw such upheaval in the Vietnam war, was because you had a major division within our government, about how to deal with a Police Action. In such an action, you don’t resolve it by winning, you merely reach terms for peace. That being the case, you don’t give your generals the support to win such a conflict, just enough support to create a balance in the skirmish, until both sides can agree on the outcome. With such actions, it is our troops on the ground, that suffer the consequences from a divided leadership. They pay a heavy price for buying the time needed, to come to a peaceable resolution of the conflict.
The lessons that should have been learned by our government from both the Korean and Vietnam wars, are that you don’t win wars with Police Actions, you win wars by defeating the enemy! That is how you attain peace.
By ‘winning’ a war, in ‘defeating’ the enemy you do not end up attaining peace.
Not in any historical rendition of any war ever fought. You win a contest of violence domination that passes for peace.
Wars are fought over stuff and over the natural genetic crying need for your
and my genes to be selected over those of the next contender for reproductivity.
We ‘won’ WW-II. Do we live in peace? Have we lived in peace? Nope, because there is always the next
bit of acquisition of stuff belonging to someone else, the next generation to be selected for survival.
Humans do not seek peace. They seek domination which they call peace.
There is no political solution to this if real peace is to be found.
The solution has to be gained from understanding what’s going on in the first place
and then going directly at those two root causes. Which mankind isn’t ever likely to do.
Anthropology and Sociology are among the most abject failures as educational disciplines
that have ever appeared on the college scene.
They spout truths nobody, but nobody, wants to hear, and certainly not put into action.
History is the third great scholastic failure. To illustrate that just stand by for some
more of the JFK nonsense about to be released to this gathering herd of eager recipients.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Jim, much of what you say when you are looking at the overall history of mankind on this planet is true. However, Paul was trying to understand what happened to our leadership in the Vietnam war. I was just trying to supply him with some of the basics of how a government can mess up it’s own military, as well as it warring activities.
Our reality of what happens in wars is totally shaped for us by the media,
television shows and the movies.
Almost all if it is total or close to total fiction.
My writing on here and in producing 30 days in print has been found to be interesting because
I have been giving it to everyone just as it really was over there and down in the valley.
The interest generated has been associational but also because of the fact that my version
of war experiences differs so staggeringly from that generally created, provided and supported….
Thanks for the comment, as usual.
Semper fi,
Jim
One of my childhood best friends and favorite people on this earth was an Army EOD tech with 3rd Ordnance in Long Binh in early 1968 and 1969. He believes that the vast majority of non-combatant Vietnamese he worked or visited with were: 1)focused on surviving today and maybe tomorrow, and 2)had no knowledge, appreciation, or interest in a democracy. His outlook from his perspective was and still is: “We were winning when I left.”
This is the best discussion of our reasons for being there I have ever seen.
Afternoon Jim, an interesting comment, Actually by winning WWII We established the longest period of peace in Europe in it’s history, The difference was, In every other war, The Victor raped the loser with demanding pay back, The US did something never done before, It was called the Marshal Plan, We rebuilt the nations destroyed after WWII Both Allies and Enemy, We put them back in a track to civilian government, The difference is there to see, The difference between the Marshal Plan and the Soviet Occupation of Eastern Europe, Eastern Europe is still pretty much a basket case after the soviet occupation in where the Russian took almost everything that was of value back to Russia as war reparations, and made the Warsaw Pact dependent on the Soviet for their economies…….. Yes we had the cold war, and a bunch of small scale conflicts, But since WWII there hasn’t been anything coming close to the continental and world wars before the 1940tys.
I hope it stays that way, But we have to learn to win, and then rebuild and create stable governments and friends of our enemies as we did after WWII.
Semper Fi/This We Defend.
Bob
Robert, The Atom bomb also came along.
There can be no true huge theater wars for those that possess that weaponry.
There can be these smaller conflicts and in these smaller conflicts the U.S. has done nothing at all to rebuild anything,
instead piping out the oil of Iraq and mining out deposits in Afghanistan.
If the Marshall Plan ideals had been kept and improved upon then the U.S. would be
the most respected nation to ever occupy any part of the planet instead of how it is today seen.
Thanks for that comment of some significant intellect and thought…
Semper fi,
Jim
J, This is such a clear statement of the reality of the “Vietnam Police Action”.
Tragedy is today young people will never be exposed to this knowledge. Thank you for your candor
You are welcome Chuck and yes, most of the younger generation will never be told the truth of our government and military mistakes, instead they will be told about how terrible our nation is and why the world is in so much turmoil, because of our nation interfering with other nations. The fact that we saved a free Western Society after WW II, does not seem to have any bearing on the marxist agenda.
If the day ever comes in this nation, where the truth can once again be spoken, perhaps our younger generations will learn from our mistakes and not get involved in the wars of other nations, that have no bearing on our own sovereignty. Our Constitution proclaimed the fact, that we were to be a sovereign Republic, but somewhere along the line that fact got lost in limbo.
Right on the mark, it has been downhill since Korea and it only gets worse!!! 🇺🇸
Funny ideas people develop about war and how it is really conducted…and even the reasons for why they do on…
Semper fi,
Jim
Unfortunately racism has been around forever and sadly probably will be around forever. James I have heard these stories of racism from a few friends that were over there and in the bush to, you confirm what they have told me. I think everyone should read 30 Days Has September, great work LT,and when book two is available I will buy that one too. Everyone owes you guys and all veterans a debt that can’t hardly be re-paid. I have a friend who tries to defend Hanoi Jane, I tell him that disgusting bitch should have been tried for treason. I lived in the San Francisco Bay Area born and raised there and I never will forget have those people treated you guys when you came home, it was heart breaking and I can only imagine how you guys must felt, lousy bastards I have no use for people like that, my oldest brother was doing 90 days in the county jail once and they brought in a load of them that got arrested, they got their asses kicked and they had to be put in protective custody.
Like all of the chapters this one was good to.
Thanks LT..
I was at Oakland Naval Hospital in Oakland, across from San Fran in 1969 and I took no heat from the public. I took heat from the medical staff because for some reason they were very anti-war and anti-veteran. In truth, the hospital had few wounded vets so their exposure to us was limited, which meant that only a few of us took the brunt of that ire. It wasn’t real bad. They called us funny names and put stickies on our doors and above our beds but other than that the treatment was good. I came out and once I was released from the hospital all went well with the public, although I was a stick person weighing a hundred pounds so mostly people thought I was dying.
Down in Southern Cal at Pendleton the worst treatment was from commanders and Marines who had not gone over. They didn’t much like returning vets that were fucked up physically and mentally and, like me, had five rows of ribbons on their chests (I finally quit wearing decorations). The public in San Clemente, where I lived, mostly didn’t know. I never wore the uniform off base and I grew my hair as I gained weight. It would be twenty years before I ever admitted to anyone I was in the Marines or in Vietnam.
Semper fi,
Jim
I can attest to that statement your not declaring your experiences in San Clemente , but we are all glad you were encouraged to write these memories down.
~~smile
The picture of the amulet and its contents that you included in this segment mysteriously fascinates me. The amulet has a Special essence to it. Not only the contents of the pieces of the things you touched while in the valley but the pouch and the person who wore it. The pouch has to have absorbed the smells, pain,fear and sounds of that valley and the man who wore it left his imprint of essence too. It is not like a sea shell that you can hold to your ear and hear the ocean but something that you can touch, feel, smell and see.
The person who sent this to you definitely thought highly of you and your essence.
Prayers always,
Nancy
I am not sure about what would have been the meaning of the person who sent this to me in 1975.
It came just before Christmas of that year and I thought it was a Christmas gift.
And then I opened it and could not figure out what it was. Only after I carefully took it apart
and went through the stuff did I get it.
I put it back together put it in ‘that’ box and never went through it again until I made a photo for Chuck.
Now it’s back in the box. The biggest mystery to me was the part of the envelope.
That would have been part of the return address of one of my letters home.
It was in my print and it was on those envelopes now long gone that the military had for us to use.
That made it real but I also wondered what letter did not make it home because that part was torn off.
It has the aroma only very faintly of common dirt. Nothing exotic. I went back and smelled it after you wrote.
Bentley, the new cat, will not allow it to be on the bed where I put it.
He immediately kicks it off every time. Interesting stuff, for sure.
Maybe I will never ever know. I hope it worked for somebody…
Semper fi,
Jim
I have never seen that type amulet. Thinking maybe it was sent back to you as a thank you, but if Bentley wants it back in the box, that’s where it needs to be. Animals are sensitive that way. Thinking I probably shouldn’t have asked about it.
God Bless you and this was an Awesome segment.
Nancy
Thanks Nancy. I saw a few of these packets in Vietnam and then later at the Indian pueblo where some friends live
in Santa Fe. I also heard that the old mountain men used to carry such supersitious packets. Some Catholics wear
saint’s medals and scapulars. Bentlye, is of course, much more sensitive to smell and he may not like what he can glean
from the thing.
Semper fi,
Jim
If the Gunny or one of your scouts survived after you were hit, they could have sent you some of your things that you had on you, when you were wounded. You always wrote to your wife when you could, so the envelope must have been the one you were still carrying in your pocket when you were wounded.
Not having read about the day you were wounded, one has no idea what the situation was or how many survived that day.
No, J. It was an amulet. That was the way they made them.
But thanks for the usual analysis and the rest will, of course, develop as the story goes on….
Semper fi,
jim
I was with the first Cavalry in 1968 in the Ashau. After we left I corps in ’68 the 101st took over some time after they were there guess the marines went in. That valley and its peaks was TOUGH. An area of mayhem for all sides. Aircraft, when they could we’re great but weather and terrain sucked.
Yes, the A Shau was about as tough as it got in Vietnam, what with its proximity to the North
and then the supply route running down the middle…
Semper fi, and thanks for the comment and your own experience….and putting it up here, of course…
Jim
Peter Gonzales:
I was with the 1st Cav, 1st Bn, 7th Cav company ‘C’ in 1968. I arrived in September of 1968.The Battalion had already been in A Shau Valley around May of 68. We were supposed to go back in around October but the mission was scrubbed due to bad weather and heavy fog. We were ready to go with two sand bags full of c-rations. The leadership figured we would not be able to get resupplied by Huey, so the extra food along with our 80 lb ruck sacks and ammo. A couple of weeks later the whole division was moved from I Corp down to Tay Ninth province.
God, but weather down in that valley and the highlands on both sides was
such a factor in trying to conduct any meaningful operations.
Every operation, mission or plan ended up being about just surviving.
Nothing else much got done. Thanks for your additive report.
I cannot believe we hauled all that shit around in that terrain. Yet, we did!
Semper fi,
Jim
Have been reading since the first chapter. Always anxious for the next and never disappointed. Tough duty for you and the rest. Also tough to bring it all back to the front. I would guess that you have healed now. To a great extent. Strength of mind and character. You’re a positive example of many like you out here. Thanks.
thanks a whole lot Vern. I work at being something like that. So many guys came back totally out of it.
I had to do the drug thing and then the booze thing and I’ll never ever be able to know that those are over.
I went back (to the CIA) for more violence, but of a more controlled sort. Then I finally swore it all off
and got rid of all my guns. I will fight no more forever, coming to mind. I went to Washington state to visit Chief Joseph’s grave even.
Thanks for the high compliment…
semper fi,
Jim
NEVER a dull read Sir!!! I can honestly tell you as much as people don’t want to believe it , the type of behavior that Ssgt Char and yourself dealt with,(the race issue) is still alive in the corps today. As a recently retired Marine of twenty years I dealt with the Mexicans wanting to be with the Mexicans ( and me forcing them to speak English while in uniform) and the blacks wanting to be with the blacks ( forcing them to shave and keep their hair in regulation) is still alive today.
Yes, race is a really big deal again today in and out of the military. The order and keeping of society,
structured and not so structured has always been problematic. Combat simply places a magnifying glass on the
deep fear that governs most interactions…and tribal gathering is a response to such survival fears.
Thanks for the good comment and making it on here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Thanks, a job well done. I had to put off Reading this chapter until I could have the time to read the whole thing and here it is 1:08 am and I am wide awake! Semper Fi Lt.
Thank you so much Walter for staying up.
Yes, there are many different reactions to the reading of my Vietnam work
and I am glad that your own, being taken with the work to the point of not wanting to put it down,
illustrates some goodness and interest in its being published.
Thanks for that and for writing about it in public.
Semper fi,
Jim
Just a quick question here in addition to my complements on the great writing. I hope it serves well for future marine officers. While you were out there how much time, if at all, did you spend wondering about the enemy commander? Did you ever try and imagine who he was and how that might help you beat him? We’re his actions ever predictable? After the war, did you ever try and get his name or learn more about his thoughts on this amazingly continual engagement? Thanks. FYI, US Navy 73 -77. Thankfully missed this but we did spend some time in the gulf for the wrap up/exit.
I really didn’t think the enemy was organized the same way as we were. I think there was more than one commander and some were not so good or I wouldn’t be writing this.
Also, I think they had those in charge of certain segments like weaponry, ammot and such. We had that in the rear but not much in the field. They, of course, operated out
of their holes and tunnels which allowed for recovery and some security while we had little. It’s not like the movies. Even a lot of my ‘orders’ were modified and implimented
by others along the way.
Thanks for the comment,
Semper fi,
Jim
I didn’t get to read this when it published on the 19th, and reading the comments placed before me I consider myself an intruder in this hall of hero’s and giants where demons beyond my comprehension are being battled for the umpteenth time. I had to share with you though Jim that I found this chapter when at Cardiac Rehab (you know the whole open heart surgery deal)and made the mistake of reading it while going through my paces. It seems that when I reached the end when my blood pressure should be a good low number, I had to sit for an extra ten minutes because it was elevated from reading the chapter!!
Be careful my friend! Man, if something were to happen! Great compliment though.
And I do not take those lightly, as you know.
Semper fi, and get better….
Jim
Great writing !!!
Thank you most kindly Chris. Means a lot to get those kinds of compliments while undertaking this literary adventure…
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you sir for all that you have done and are still doing….
Thank youi Al for noting and saying that, expecially on here in a public forum.
Semper fi,
Jim
“No, we stay put and give it some time,” I said. “The Skyriaders will be back at first light. Correct to Skyraiders sir! Another great chapter as always.
THANKS Brian. On it!
Semper fi,
Jim
Gotta ask about the water situation. Were iodine tabs available? I remember them from somewhere in training. Add one to the canteen if the water was fairly clear and two if cloudy. Leave the cap loose, shake and wait 1/2 hour.
Tasted funny but it was wet.
C-rat coffee would help kill the taste. Also the Ham and Mothers was better than the spaghetti and meat balls. That stuff tasted like packed grease.
Halazone tablets were what we had. They do not work on sediment or those things encapsulated in sediment like flukes and other juicy gems.
We found that out real quick. Clear water, or at least mostly clear, is good for Halzone but not the murky shit that was everywhere. we could also collect water on the outside of our poncho covers and then drain into canteen with halazone but the taste also sucked terribly and nobody wanted to do it. Thanks for the comment and ‘packed grease’ says it all…
Semper fi,
Jim
One of my suggested edits wasn’t made correctly. Here is the edit to the revised sentence.
“Well, you surprised me(.)” I said(,) “I’d have never guessed you were black.” Change period in first parenthesis to comma. Change comma in second parenthesis to period.
I presume that Chuck is all over this.
Thanks for the help Steve…
Semper fi,
Jim
WOW, on the edge of my seat again. Lt you have a way with words.
Thanks for another excellent installment.
Can’t wait for the next one.
Thanks Frank, I am writing the 19th day right now…
Semper fi,
Jim
WOW, on the edge of my seat again. Lt you have a way with words.
Thanks for another excellent installment.
Thanks Frank,
Semper fi,
Jim
This entire chapter about while being in a shared hole. Perhaps more there than a physical hole? I would think so, but that’s just me.
Still keeping me on the edge of my seat !!
Thanks James.
SEMPER Fi
Now that’s an interesting observation and requires some rather deep thought Sgt.
Semepr fi,
Jim
Alright Lt.,you just had to put that last sentence in . Now I will be checking everyday Although , you have really been churning them out. Semper fi
I didn’t really mean to do that, although I read the sequence again
and I see that I sort of left everyone hanging in a way I didn’t really intend.
This writing is much more arcane and complex than most would think…
Semper fi,
Jim
So glad i found this..hope i can find previous chapters?
Thanks Justin. The first book is available electronic right on this site.
Order .mobi or ePub direct
The hard copy through B&N and Amazon…and the chapters play out to the continuing
stage right here all the time.
Thanks for your interest,
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great, suspenseful chapter- can’t wait for the next. I read it so fast, I never saw anything I would edit- the came through very clear for me.
When I was at Ft. Benning, a friend told me about some racial issues he encountered, when he was alone in a city, until one of the group told the rest to back off as they were in the same company. I kind of saw that when I was at Benning and in basic at Ft. Jackson, when a 17 yo with the same last name threatened to cut my throat with a nail file for no reason but that I was white, educated, and a little older. albeit. a draftee.
I have a fair number of patients that are our contemporaries that served as you, rather than the cushy job I had state side, and I never hesitate to recommend reading you. You continue to serve and I am grateful for that.
Thank H. Kemp, and for fortifying the racial tensions that existed at the time…and have never really gone away.
We were fighting the Vietnam war in the A Shau but the Civil War inside our units. And nobody wants to talk about it
ore deal with it, not then and mostly not now either. Thanks for liking and recommending my work. I do intend all
the right things by writing and attempting to publish it…
Semper fi,
Jim
It is the detail of the experiences that lends the credibility because the story as it went down is not really very believable
except to men who’ve lived it. They resonate with each step of the long ballet In a combat situation it is not Band of Brothers.
You can’t do that with high mortality and morbidity rates. They are gone. Poof, out on a chopper and out of your life, probably forever even
if they live. And the damage there and back here psychologically. Look at my life on the Internet. I did not come home as Jim Strauss. That was
my name. I came back as Junior and I’m still Junior….happy to live in restraint and under supervision by my family and friends…so that I do not
completely screw up these wonderful days and nights when I do not have to live in that awful terrifying yet extremely demanding shit.
We all treated each other like shit in many more ways than I describe. The idea was to come out on the other side. And I did. Most of them
did not. And then you have to live with that shit too! You hurt all the time when Marines are dying around you. A watch here a set of binoculars there or a damaged helmet or whatever. I carried my own amulets without realizing I was doing so.
Semper fi, your friend,
Jim
Sometimes, I have to stop. just simply cant read anymore, realizing what others have gone thru and came out of. I dont know what to do….
Thanks for repeating what I wrote about what I have written. Sometimes I think I might pull a punch or two
but then reality sweeps over me. What’s the point. Either people will read this and finally get it about
combat and the true effects or they won’t. It’s not Band of Brothers and it’s not Saving Private Ryan. It’s not
that nice and cozy or friendly. whatsoever. Thanks for the compliment of putting your comment up on here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Believe it or not, I have known the type of anger you speak of, it plagued me for years and controlling it was the most difficult task I had facing me. Sometimes I had to bite down so hard my teeth ached for days. I did overcome it from the inner peace that I found through the Lord.
The fear that you speak of is not uncommon among mankind, no matter who they are or how macho they try to be. When I became a training instructor, one of the first things they taught us, was that man fears the unknown and that is so very true. You and the rest of your troops were thrown into a world of the unknown when you arrived in Vietnam, just like I was. I got the same greeting you did, when landing at the base. Charlie greeted us with a mirage of RPG’s all over the base. We were treated with an attack at the very least, every week until I left Vietnam. It was nothing like the hell you and your men went through out in the bush, but the fear was always there, is the next one for me? I did get hit by a grenade, but was very fortunate considering the others around me as I was the least hurt out of the thirteen that were wounded. My friend was not so lucky as both of his lungs were taken out and I spent well over an hour listening to him draw his last breath. I know the fear, the frustration and the anger that you speak of, I believe most of us do.
The courage that you sought, was there with you the whole time you were in the bush. Courage is the result of fear and the determination to overcome it and you did that many times. You can argue that you had no choice, but you went on until you could not go any further and that is courage in a nutshell.
Courage is possibly only definable from the outside and not from within.
Maybe we are simply too complex and our stylized manner of stacking worries
and concerns too segment to define such things inside ourselves. I don’t know.
I read your words, J, and I buy into them but cannot find their truth inside myself.
I know I will always struggle with that, as I try to lay down the story with all the
weakness, terror and futility of what I went through.
Semper fi, and thanks from the bottom of that well…
Jim
Your response sounds like you are trying to measure up to the standards that your dad had established. Might be way off on that, but that is exactly what comes to mind. We often compare ourselves to our father’s standards and even that of older brothers, when determining our manhood. It is an unfair standard because we are all separate individuals, living under different circumstances.
When it comes to courage, we all react in different ways, depending on the circumstances involved. In the case of military personnel on a battlefield, courage can be defined by simply standing your ground, which you did most of the time. I never met a soldier who had been on the field of battle, that did not experience intense fear. Bravodo is often used to cover for such fear, but it is there nonetheless. Unusual heroics, usually comes once a man’s mind has snapped under pressure and the fear of reality is no longer important. Thankfully, you did not get to that point or we would not be communicating on this site.
Thank you, as usual, J, for the depth of your comment and the good place you come from in making it on here.
I am still thinking, as usual, about most of what you’ve said.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim… Your story telling has a wonderful sense of momentum while staying focused in the present. Four suggested edits (minor edits but needed for publication).
I came (away) in relief, knowing I hadn’t dreamed of the captain or any of the Marines of Kilo Company. Edit “away” to “awake”
(“)The plan is ‘Out of the Heart of Darkness,’ so get Sergeant Char and we’ll proceed.(“) Add quote marks
“Junior,(’) he said, his voice deep and rough. Change single quote mark to double quote mark
“Well, you surprised me,” I said(,) “I’d have never guessed you were black.” Change comma to period
But we’re not about the Marine Corps mission right now(, we’re) about the objective to accomplish that mission, which is to get upriver or die hiding in these mud holes. Change comma to period and capitalize “We’re”
Wow Steve another sharp eye to the rescue….
Thank you very much and all I believe are corrected.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for another fantastic read ,I was afraid that my mind was not going to let me get through , had to fight a little with myself to read through it all, thanks again Jim.
Thanks for the great compliment Bill…
Semper fi,
Jim
Probably getting a new capt co for your unit and another for kilo. Good luck you are probably going to be thrown under the bus again.
Well, things were about to abruptly change again, that much was certainly true….
Semper fi,
Jim
“the rocket explosions had effected my hearing again.” affected?
A hell of a place to leave us hanging LT. “So he’s what they said.” Anxious to find out what “they ” said.
Yes, you got me there. Thanks for being part of the editing fleet out here sailing around…
Need the help.
Semper fi,
Jim
Your situation in this installment keeps us in a metaphorical hole where we see nothing but problems and not much in the way of solving them. As in all wars Generals and GIs alike have had to accomplish their mission in Weather not conducive to a planning process that has a great chance of working. This not a criticism, only whiny wishes the story would not be suspended and continue. Kinda selfish, since I know the effort for you is not likely accomplished by a common ordinary Marine Corp 2nd LT. And, getting some weary of the way the others in this tale seem to enjoy treating you like they do. Sorry LT, guess I’m grumpy this morning. Rave on LT the crowd can’t wait for more story, poppa J
It is all in the detail. The big NY publisher wanted to condense all three books into a single ordinary size volume.
That would have been about four hundred pages. But the three books will probably come in at thirteen or fourteen hundred!
It is the detail of the experiences that lends the credibility because the story as it went down
is not really very believable except to men who’ve lived it. They resonate with each step of the long ballet.
In a combat situation it is not Band of Brothers.
You can’t do that with high mortality and morbidity rates.
They are gone. Poof, out on a chopper and out of your life, probably forever even if they live.
And the damage there and back here psychologically. Look at my life on the Internet. I did not come home as Jim Strauss.
That was my name. I came back as Junior and I’m still Junior….
happy to live in restraint and under supervision by my family and friends…
so that I do not completely screw up these wonderful days and nights when I do not have to live in
that awful terrifying yet extremely demanding shit.
We all treated each other like shit in many more ways than I describe. The idea was to come out on the other side.
And I did. Most of them did not. And then you have to live with that shit too!
You hurt all the time when Marines are dying around you. A watch here a set of binoculars there or a damaged helmet or whatever.
I carried my own amulets without realizing I was doing so.
Semper fi, your friend,
Jim
James,
I was thinking (always dangerous) 1300 to 1400 pages? Man, what a tv series this would make. You have enough raw material here to go on forever without having to embellish a whole lot. Timing for the subject matter may suck right now but…….
There will never be a television series on this work. They simply won’t do it.
The military will only attack this whole account if it ever reaches real popularity.
Friendly fire is always only accidental to them.
They are almost all like this four star general who is talking for the president. Never saw combat.
Knows jack shit because he chooses to know jack shit and sends others out to his profit.
And his children and family are paying a bit of a price for that too…
Semper fi,
Jim
Very much appreciate your reply to Poppa J and your explanation about the need for three books. And, ever so grateful that you take the time and text to include the details. Even if they are hard for us to remember. It’s a mystery to me that I don’t recall many happy events of that horrible place, but every regrettable thing I did or said to the hurt of my fellow Marines. Our fallen brothers need to be remembered, often. I seldom finish a chapter without a tear. Semper Fi Lt.
It is easier to recall when you pick up a paper and pencil and begin. Amazing how much has come back, and have even had a good bit
of help by comments made on this site.
Thanks for your own…
Semper fi,
Jim
So true Jim! you have held me captive through this journey with you and like you I came home as Blackcoat 13 actual not that semi gung ho Marine I was in 1966. The valley and hill fights and 67/68 changed all that for good. The racial problems you describe began in 67 and continued to grow and I lay the blame to senior officers for forgetting we are all equally Marines first and allowing tensions to fester among the REMFs and infected the field troops eventually.
I really do think the racial thing was more elemental than stemming
from what was going on in the rear area.
It was so high threat that any port in the storm became where you went.
And I could make changes very subtle
in nature but I could not truly confront the issues without getting myself killed in the process.
Or killing my own men. Either one not an optimal solution.
Thanks for the comment and the depth of it…
Semper fi,
Jim
I remember running into the same racial issues at my first assigned installation in 1959. Those who were most offensive, were the black NCO’s that could use their rank while tormenting white troops. I nearly got courts marshaled for standing my ground and defending the white race.
While on duty, we were able to work with our fellow back troops, but when off duty, they tended to stay with their own race. Their version of brotherhood existed only within their own race.
J,
I am certain that there were all kinds of crazy and not so crazy combinations with the racial thing.
In Camp Pendleton one night while I was waiting for my medical I was OOD. Two squad bays were having
a battle between them. I was driven out to the Las Pulgas scene. I took out my .45 and shot up both
squad bays, surprisingly hitting no one. I and the SSgt, I was with, expected me to be court-martialed but
nodbody ever said anything about it. I was a bit out of control that night but I was pretty fresh back too.
One squad bay was black and the adjacent one white. Similar to my situation in the Nam.
Semper fi,
Jim
Not a inconsequential word in this whole wonderful writing…
I can’t wait to buy the completed work Sir…
Thanks James. Pretty powerful stuff for a compliment from someone who means something. Thank you most sincerely.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another interesting read…an I sort of figured you would get some good binoculars when they were first mentioned…the race thing varied by unit I think…I’ve been told that the VC used it as propaganda over the radio with Hanoi Hannah…never heard it myself though…and the last comment “so he’s what they said” quite interesting. I’m sure that door will open a little further as time goes on. Thanks for the hurry up on getting these last few segment out. I anxiously await the next…
I was taken to be an interesting character in country during that period of time,
and I’m not entirely certain why.
What if I had been able to last it out longer? Maybe I would have been like Lawrence of Arabia.
And go ahead and try to build a life from that kind of nonsense that can happen to you.
Thanks for the comment and for the compliment of wanting more faster….
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow…Another gripping installment. Thank you. Can’t wait to read more and order the Second 10 Days as soon as it’s available… Much respect.
Thanks a lot Al. Nice compliment well delivered on here…
Semper fi,
Jim
An edit needed. Too bad to fly in but not too bad to see across the river through. (Should be “though”?). Thanks for another gripping chapter! Glad your eye is healing. Aloha, Bob
Thanks, Bob. Always love that Aloha thing, having been raised out there, scowing around among the wrecks still laying about
after the big war. Thanks for the help with the editing….
Semper fi,
Jim
“Was”…..shit…that’s too bad…was hoping to learn he had made it…sorry……India took a hit like this two months (June 15th) before you got there..lost the skipper, and all command in an instant..only remaining Officer then killed by accident by one of their own a few hours later…single Staff Sergeant was in “Kemps” condition…no longer an “effective’….rest of the night they were led by a Lance Corporal and they didn’t even know it..just before dawn, Battalion flew in a new Lt to take over…it’s a strange, strange world we live in…Master Jack.. Semper Fi Lt.
Officers of field grade were tough to round up and get to the field, apparently.
But then, who in hell, if they knew anything, would want to go where I went?
Semper fi,
Jim
draftee in ’69 ’70….grunt for 11 months…never had racial problems in the field…all for one etc…did in rear but mostly among REMF’S…also don’t remember guys smoking in the field when CHARLES was about! I am enjoying your story and the memories it brings back!
Sometimes the lack of discipline in the field was astounding, when it came to basic security,
and, as you have figured out from the reading, extremely difficult to fix using orders
or the normal command structure.
On some things I just gave up, like smoking. I was not going against the Gunny.
The playing of the little transistor radios of the time. The use of cologne and after shave by some!!!
No helmets mostly…need I go on…
Semper fi,
Jim
Poncho water worked pretty well with tabs or without, depending. Agent Orange seemed to be tasteless.
Yes, Agent Orange was definitely tasteless. Milky composition in density though.
Tried to drink only flown in water but could not always, of course…
Semper fi,
Jim
“Sir,” i served in a mechanised unit with the 25th, the only real problems we had with race was mostly in the rear areas. I am surprised that in the jungle that even if feelings were hidden about race we mostly got along, not because of our own safety ,but the others safety also. Thanks for letting me express my opinion about this.
Yes Walter, I get some personal private correspondence about this issue. There must have been
many units that had no problems at all. I just met with a man who only had one black guy in his whole company.
Not problems there. And I get mail about racial problems back in ther rear areas, mostly written by white vets who
felt the blacks got together and were prejudiced against them! Tough one. I just lay it down the way it went down
for me in that place and time. I did not come home a racist at all. A black doctor saved my life, and more as the story continues.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great chapter! One editing comment: 11th paragraph, Skyraiders is spelled Skyriaders. I was too engrossed in the story to notice any others. Thanks, Jim.
Thanks for the assistance with the editing Kathi. And the compliment, of course….
Semper fi,
Jim
I am not a veteran and feel unqualified to comment on anything but your narrative certainly stirs my emotions. I enjoy reading about your struggles from a distance and I presume that distance is what enables you tell your story now. Thanks for sharing with us.
Yes, the time went by and I could pick up a pen again. I wrote a rough draft back in 1970 but
it was only a sketch of what this has become, as more and more of it has come back.
Semper fi,
Jim
Looking forward to the next chapter. Enjoy the readgp
Thanks a lot Gaylin. Nice compliment…and written on here it’s even nicer.
Semper fi,
Jim
Everything and nothing. Fight, don’t fight, run or withdraw, acquies or argue. No winners in the valley, ever. Is that about right? The deep breath after reading didn’t help, so intense without a shot being fired. What a story teller! I’ll be in my safe place waiting on my blood pressure to go back down. Thank you, Jim, because.
Thanks Walt. Funny, when I am on the road and see a camper I think of you!
Thanks for always being there like you were in Kansas.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great chapter. If it was really fiction I could really enjoy the read. Since it is real (from the memory bank) I think about all the lives impacted. All implications from each participant and reluctantly relying on junior keeps me hooked.
Thanks Bob, for the high compliment. Really helps me to work all the harder…
Semper fi,
Jim
JAMES, I went back to the Wall for the first time, something I didn’t think I could or would do because of the memories of my stay in the central highlands, I noticed that the statues erected for all the war memorials had the same gaunt soulful look and realized that we all have endured common tortured memories and though your books dredge up our buried past, they bring that past to light and allow us to face the new day as the dark recedes with the first light of day
Now that was nicely written and I thank you for that. I think some others will thank you too.
Semper fi, and the memorials are tough places to go…
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m going to read this book again when I can get the complete work just so I don’t have to worry about when the next Chapter will be out!! Thank you for this great read!!! God speed your recovery on your health issues.
Thanks Don, and I am sorry about how some of the chapters seem like they are written to be cliff hangers. I never intend it that way
but there you to.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim this is the best segment you have written and that is saying a lot because all have been so good. Thanks once again for writing your story and for your service!
Glad you liked it Mike. I never really know how one segment over another is going to be taken.
The characters are a bit better developed than they were in the beginning.
Semper fi,
Jim
More twists and turns than a giant plate of spaghetti.
So glad you eye issue has been resolved and you are cranking out more episodes.
Seems like “Junior” was daily trying to put together a 1000 piece puzzle the completion of which hung life and death importance for many. LT had to wear so many hats–personnel director, psychologist, weather prognosticator, motivator, etc., etc., etc.
Yes, it was something else. Running on all twelve cylinders in every area was common.
And a lot of mistakes and then trying to cover them or just live through them.
Thanks for the high compliment…
Semper fi,
JIm
When and how can I buy the book? I don’t do kindle-way to techie for an old fart. Also medevac is better than medivac. Semper Fi JP
Thanks for the ‘medevac’ mention, Jerry.
Trying to find them all and “fix”
The First Ten Days is available in Paperback through
Amazon
and
Barnes & Noble
We are NOT far away from finishing the Second Ten Days
and it will also will be available soon.
Thank you for your support.
Semper fi,
Jim
I continue to be intrigued with your story.Having been there 66-67 as a engineer providing support functions I was fortunate not to have experienced the things you write about,but saw the results of.I recall the blank look in many eyes at the bases and hospitals.I remember giving thanks that I did not face what they had. Thank you and all for what you did. Ed
Yes, the shock of that stuff was something else and long lasting too.
Most of us, who lived, never look upon this phenomenal world we came back to as being really here at all!
Semper fi,
Jim
The Gunny went to work sealing over the RPG blown opening on the river side of the hole with his poncho cover. ……….. The Gunny pushed my poncho up to someone else I presumed to be Tank, and the poncho slowly became our roof.
The rain seemed heavier, beating against the Gunny’s poncho cover over our heads. ……pool of water that had collected and weighted the center of the Gunny’s poncho cover down.
The ponchos got turned around after the Gunny used his to covered the opening in the side of the hole.
I took a few seconds to examine my new binoculars. Somehow I’d come by the watch and the binoculars, two pieces of personal equipment I’d never be able to afford back in the world.
When or where did you get the new binoculars?
Let get moving! Keep them coming Jim.
Thanks Mike. I was not clear. The poncho cover over our heads was mine and the one over the hole was his.
The binoculars were those of Morgan from an earlier chapter and much better than my Jappo speccials
(which, incidentally, I’ve found on eBay and now own again…the Japanese ones.)
I can’t afford a pair of Leicas. They were wonderful and the newer ones probably better.
Thanks for shaking my tree…
Semper fi,
Jim
t’t
The Kilo officer radio operators had put their back into their work the day before to make the whole pretty big, and my thoughts went to El Producto. (hole)
Enthralled with the ongoing story. Keep up the excellent work.
Thanks Tom.
Noted and corrected
Semper fi,
Jim
What does a pin do? Yowser, now we know what they called you behind your back. Apparently Sugar Daddy has been doing some recruiting as all gang lords do. No time to start a race war though, was it? Of course you could always promote a black sergeant to platoon leader and give Sugar Daddy some competition.
Once again the Gunny is blaming you for another so called failure, in order to save face with the men. As the ole Indian would say, he speaks with forked tongue. With Lt Kemp suffering some shell shock, he will most likely depart with the medvac that is coming in. That will mean a new CO will be on his way as soon as the helicopter lands back at base. Meanwhile, you have your hands full blending two companies into one.
As many times as Junior has had to fill in as CO, you should have been field promoted to Captain and the CO of C company.
I fell into a situation that needed command so bad but could not be truly commanded.
I commanded the company by using epoxy, wire, bandages and snot to plug and fill holes all over the place.
It was day to day, night to night,and then hour, minute and seconds….ticking off.
My men saw my fear as some sort of stoic strong emotion…
I was that scared.
So scared that I could show no emotion at all. Like now. I came back.
It’s only happened about half a dozen times.
When I get so angry I turn into this frozen thing.
Staring out from inside my frozen exterior, my mind racing but unable to
talk. My wife knows that look and has saved me from myself several times.
I know I have talent. That talent.
Where the reservoir of such heated thermonuclear anger slaves together with my mind
to produce something truly devastating in response. But I’m back here and not there.
I never knew what the choppers would bring. And what they bring in this next segment you will possibly not believe.
Semper fi,
Jim
THANKS James!
Another great one.
Thanks Ken, I am working this afternoon on the next segment.
Appreciate the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
18th NIGHT, 2nd part.
Thanks Bill, not sure what you were going to write about but you are welcome here…
Semper fi,
Jim