I crawled to the lip of the berm and fell straight into an empty hole that had to be six feet deep if it was an inch. Fusner cascaded down upon me with Nguyen slipping down next to him. The sound of the drums and the NVA fifty followed us right down into the bottom of the hole. The Ontos was not firing because it was set up with its flechette loaded rifles aimed to cover the bridge, which meant it could not fire at all until the area was clear of whatever survivors there might be from Kilo company trying to get across the bridge. I could not ignore the rapid thumping of the fifty-caliber. It was like each explosion, powering each round, ate into my very being. I climbed to see what I could see from the top of the hole, but the night consumed almost everything except the ceaseless arc of green tracers coming from the 50.
I ached to call in a 175 mm howitzer mission. The company was dug in, but the material of the bank consisted of soft and loamy dried mud. Even dug in, the protection the fox holes provided was next to nothing when pound-sized chunks of hot torn metal would surely be flying around. All of I could think of was how to stop the .50 caliber from decimating Kilo even more than it already had. I could see nothing of the far bank. Even the water heaping up and flying over the top of the upside-down Russian tank was invisible, although I knew it was still there. The scene burned into my mind, almost as if it was lit by huge Hollywood Klieg lights, although there was next to nothing for me to really ‘see.’ I stared into the dark, listening to the machine gun fire, the horrible drums, and feeling a sense of loss and guilt so powerfully that I could not move. I was not frozen in terror. I’d been frozen in terror before. I was frozen by something else I couldn’t understand. I was frozen by a raw cloying agony of not wanting to be alive anymore. I’d been in the A Shau Valley for about three weeks, and I’d retreated up, down and back and forth through it more times than I could count. I had not planned or provided for this, the worst retreat of my life, with any kind of an active or passive thought at all. I realized that I’d thrown myself into being too busy working out a technical problem to pay attention to the fact that the stupendous size and potential effects of the overall situation needed to fully occupy me, and not the detail. Anyone in the company capable could have made the swim out to the bridge, but I’d wanted to do it myself. Anyone could have worked with the Gunny to secure the chain, and then supervised the Ontos bridge operation, but I’d enjoyed the brush blocking avoidance and temporary escape it gave me instead of paying attention to what was happening on the larger scale. I’d led nobody anywhere, instead I allowed myself to be diverted, or in reality, diverted myself from what I should have been doing, and consequently, nearly a whole company of men was having to pay for my potential failure to pay attention with their lives.
Welcome back Junior, as you take control again, with vigor and clarity. Your modern day Army is locked and loaded, moving with you with each step you take.
Those who paid the ultimate price must be so proud as you tell their story too, to be read and understood through the ages! Indeed you WILL finish your mission into hell again as planned! Welcome back Sir! You are such a bright and gifted writer, and a real blessing to all who served. Thank you!
I can only wish and hope about the guys who did not make it. Block 43 West at the memorial in D.C. is impossible for me to
stand in front of. I just could not do it. I was nearby and I hope that was enough. My self-image is anything but one that
might allow for the fact that I did the best I could. When you come home after something like this you can only feel how you could
have done so much better. The retrospect thing is a bitch.
Thanks for the kind words…
Semper fi,
Jim
This last bit of the last ten days leave me concerned about the total outcome. Leaves me in doubt of our (yours and mine) TBS training. It’s a miracle that you and company lived through this shit so far.
TBS training was great, and a lot of fun for the most part, when we weren’t too tired or beaten to shit.
But, as far as preparation for what was going on in the Nam, it was nearly a total disconnect. From fauna and flora
to weaponry and cultural preparation and linguistics TBS was totally inadequate. Thanks for pointing that out in your
way, or maybe it was all there and I just didn’t absorb it…
Semper fi,
Jim
At age 70, I have been an avid reader of hundreds of informative books, biographies, history and historical fiction included. NEVER have I had a trilogy as your 30 Days totally consume me! You awaken and involve all my senses in these books. You not only quickly excelled as an officer reluctantly in command to one who garnered respect from your Marines, but you are now demonstrating expertise as a proven writer. Holy Lord, I have such difficulty calming down after each entry any more! Well Done. Thank you for your service once again. In my prayers, sir.
Thank you so much Bob. I am always surprised by the effect that reading the work seems to have on veterans.
And the more combat experienced the vet the more they really get it. That kind of compliment from such men is almost impossible to get out
here in this phenomenal world. Thanks for baring your own soul and thanks for the prayer too…
Semper fi,
Jim
I hate to copy and paste a large block of a paragraph, but I know of no other way to make my point.
I’d been in the A Shau Valley for about three weeks, and I’d retreated up, down and back and forth through it more times than I could count. I had not planned or provided for this, the worst retreat of my life, with any kind of an active or passive thought at all. I realized that I’d thrown myself into being too busy working out a technical problem to pay attention to the fact that the stupendous size and potential effects of the overall situation needed to fully occupy me, and not the detail. Anyone in the company capable could have made the swim out to the bridge, but I’d wanted to do it myself. Anyone could have worked with the Gunny to secure the chain, and then supervised the Ontos bridge operation, but I’d enjoyed the brush blocking avoidance and temporary escape it gave me instead of paying attention to what was happening on the larger scale. I’d led nobody anywhere, instead I allowed myself to be diverted, or in reality, diverted myself from what I should have been doing, and consequently, nearly a whole company of men was having to pay for my potential failure to pay attention with their lives.
That passage alone is worth the price of Book Three.
Thanks for noticing a part of the book I did not.
I re-read what I wrote and it gained more meaning to me than the mere recitation of what happened
and my reflections on it, at the time and over time.
Truth is a funny thing.
We don’t get much of it when it comes to coloring with the paintbrush of perspective.
The Kilo crossing was one of the worst screw-ups of my life but I could not see it until it was happening.
Semper fi,
Jim and thanks for the understanding…
It seems as though I am not the only one who is mystified by the Gunny’s mercurial persona. Have read this section three times now and have no more understanding of his mind set, or shifting, than I did the first time through.. Take care Lt..
The Gunny was impossible to understand, given performance over time.
More like a cat than a human being.
What he was going to do next I never knew.
I went from being totally out with him and then heroic to him, in minutes sometimes.
Semper fi, and thanks for the depth of your comment.
Jim
I enjoyed this chapter very much, as always! Thank You very much!!
Thanks William. I run on such compliments since I don’t make much money selling books
using Amazon! Never mind, I much appreciate the help along the way here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Suggestions:
…nearly a whole company of men was paying (not having to pay)
The noise of the combat going on across the river…constantly (not constant)
“So you’re going to order the Ontos to turn?”…gave (not giving)
The green image of the end of the bridge…soon to be attacking troops would kill them (not attack to kill)
I moved the scope slightly…had sent (not had had to send)
Great writing, James. The story is gripping, really interesting!
Thanks terrifically for the assistance here…you are a pro…and thanks for the compliment too…
Semper fi,
Jim
Dadgum it Jim. You come out with two chapters in the two days before my cardiologist appointment? This is going to be fun. I finally had settled down and here you drop me by the bong song in one meck of a hess! And by the way….what the heck is a stygian?
“The dark was stygian and I could see nothing”
synonyms: dark, black, pitch black, pitch dark, inky, sooty, dusky, dim, murky, shadowy, unlit; from the Internet
dictionary. Throwback to early poetry use in Great Britain. Thanks for the terrific compliment and I hope against hope
they give you something for that heart…because it is a really big one…
Semper fi,
Jim
Lt.- how far were you from Zulu Relay? Or were you aware of the outpost back then?
Zulu was up at the very north end and then a bit east of the A Shau, if I have my directions right.
They ran a special listening post but their efforts were more directed about protecting Khe San than
in general. Heard of it but had not contact or any effect I knew of…
Thanks for the reference and interesting consideration though…
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great read that is an Intense, very Intense time to go through and then to relive to write about 50 years later..
a minor correction when Jurgens? comes out of the back of the Ontos..
he “sent” back down to join his companions maybe should be “went” back down..
Welcome back also and will wait patiently for the next segment in this lifetime of 30 Days..
Appreciate the comment and your focus on the details, Jon
The correction has been made
Semper fi,
Jim
I’ve commented before and all I can add is that you have a ‘point blank’ way of telling the story that puts the reader right there in the mud and stink next to you. No added BS of second guessing the Brass even though they apparently were the cause of the Hell in the Valley that you write about.
Your memory seems to be crisp, maybe a lot more than you care for. I’ve been working on my story of 20 years in the Army, mainly for my grand and great grand kids. Some things are as clear as yesterday, but my memory is fading.
Keep up the great work, there are a lot of us out here who need to hear this.
Scouts Out!
Thanks Rick. Yes, the memories are still burned in, like fanned embers now that I am rolling again. And my motivation to
finish the combat part of the odyssey is reinvigorated, mostly by the people on here like you. Those of us who lived and
made it home from the valley are a different sort entirely…and that’s really hard to describe to those who were not down
in that valley…
Semper fi, and thanks a lot for baring your soul.
Jim
If an episode shows up while I’m driving, I pull over, park, and read it before continuing.
This must be required reading at military senior service schools. As The Killer Angels was required before the Civil War block at USAF War College, so should Thirty Days before the Vietnam War block. This knowledge is what senior leaders lack. On top of all that, your writing and story telling are equal to any I’ve seen.
What a grand compliment Dave.
I am much appreciative.
There was never anything approaching reality in reading durning Marine Officer training.
I think the Corps thinks it would be de-motivational.
I don’t hold out much hope there, but it’s fun to think about it.
Thanks for the great remainder of your complimentary comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
This is chess.
You’ve set the board with all the possible scenarios and once again you know exactly when to
close the episode.
Great writing and great dramatic timing.
I was away for awhile absorbed in my own world but the first sentence of this installment
put me right back in the valley with you.
I’m studying the view from the edge of the hole, waiting for the next ……………………….
DonS
The edge of the hole. Interesting phrase you used to describe the sequence. It was all about the view from the edge of that hole,
although, in truth, I wanted to be moving….going to the Ontos myself, anything other than leaning into the mud side of that hole
and waiting waiting waiting…command can be horrible because you don’t get to act physically…and that part was maybe the hardest.
When I did act then I wasn’t there to do the planning and supervise the execution of the plan…
Semper fi, and thanks for the thought provoking comment…
Jim
LT..thank you for the time and energy spent telling your story. Your story telling ability is awesome, thank you for developing and using it
Much appreciate reading this comment Glenn, as I work to get the next segment out by Wednesday. If I am to finish the 3rd book
on the 30th of September there can be no more ‘breaks’ for adjustment. I must continue on.
THANKS FOR THAT HELP.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for sharing your story, James.
You are most welcome ED!!!!!
Semper fi,
Jim
The tenth paragraph, ends with well draw fire from the .50, should be will. One hell hell of a ride Lt.
Yes, it was one hell of a ride, although I sure as hell did not see it that way at the time.
Thanks for the comment,
Semper fi
Jim
Trying to catch my breath !!!
sh*t is about to get real !!
SEMPER Fi
Thanks Sgt. Means a lot to me to get such heart felt comments like your own.
Thanks for the compliment inherent in your words.
Semper fi,
Jim
Still waiting for Jurgens to get his karma. Never like to think that some of these guys did each other in.
So many did each other in and I was not to be excluded from that either.
Sometimes, to live, one must die a little bit inside. Killing is a way of dying a little bit inside
and the revival of those ‘dead’ parts takes a lifetime if it is to occur at all.
Semper fi, and thanks for the accurate and meaningful comment.
Jim
As I read the last two segments what comes to mind is “Deeds Not Words”. Welcome back LT.
Thanks Mike S, been a while and I missed the back and forth on here that is so vital to writing the story.
So many men and women helping on here…thank you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn!
That one laconic word. Like ‘nuts’ at the Battle of the Bulge.
Thanks for that compliment. Short but sweet, coming from you.
Semper fi,
Jim
As you battle the politics in your company, I once read a great truth:
Remember, people aren’t against you, they’re just for themselves.
I didn’t think it could get better, but it is…
Great writing.
That’s a really good point. Of course, when they are going for themselves and you step in the way,
guess what…they will run right over you. Thanks for the great compliment you gave me, as well as the depth of your comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I have always thought when someone was facing extreme fear that either they run away from it or they face it as their minds react quickly with a solution that protects them.
You did not run, your mind reacted quickly, but your solution was for all not just for you.
I call that true love for your fellow man.
God Bless You,
Nancy
Sorry that this got sent to spam. Found it, and you again, and thanking you as I usually always do…
Semper fi,
Jim
2nd paragraph… All of I could think of ……. drop the first “of”.
Another good chapter, LT, and again, caught in the pincers.
Thanks for the help and the great compliment Joel…it means a helluva lot to me…
Semper fi,
Jim
Incredible job, incredible writing, don’t worry about the small BS mistakes in writing
Those small mistakes, Willis, have to be corrected so I can go to print when I am done. The guys and gals on here
are my editors so I much appreciate it when they offer their opinions on stuff I miss or cannot see when I review.
Much appreciate the compliment of your defending me though and the word ‘incredible’ means a lot too…
Semper fi,
Jim
I have to add this. I am seeing a sort of maturity developing in Command decisions processes. Yet I find it a badly perverted situation driving this maturation in the face of treachery, murder, and constant threat to your own mortality. Man, I just read this comment back to myself, and find it a pompous ass trying to comprehend someone being in the shit. Sorry LT. PJ
Nah, not a pompous ass at all. A really neat guy who I much appreciate come on here and say whatever the hell you want.
Thank you,
Semper fi,
Jim
Another try shorter. The second para is a summary of the hell it was to see this much death and destruction in less than a month. Sort of like a Marine being up stood at brace while his actions in the face of death and treachery are critiqued. And all of the searing review is delivered by a soul to see it’s pockets searched till the seams wear out. Get some rest. P.J.
2.7 million went over. 375,000 saw ground combat. 362,000 were killed or wounded. There are not many combat veterans
left yet I find, among them, so many saw so much and did so much that certainly did not bear repeating when they came home.
I would never ever have mentioned almost any of this odyssey back in my younger years for fear of being rejected or simply
not believed. Its not a real believable story to almost any that were not down in that valley, yet they come out, write on here,
and basically say the same things in different ways. I got some rest and now I’m back in the thick of it. Thanks so much
for caring.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for the review on the numbers. I had hands on way to many of them , still remember some very well. And thank you for your gracious response. Ps saw a film on YTube describing the Army units sent into that valley and reportedly they knew they faced a full Division.
Thanks Poppa for the usual classy response…and yes there was a division or more constantly down there shifting around. The only thing
that allowed for our survival was how difficult it was for them to get resupply so they were constantly running out of ammo, rockets
and more. When they didn’t shoot or attack it was because they did not have the weaponry or supply. Otherwise….
Semper fi,
Jim
I had never about their resupply problems, makes sense considering how much ordnance was dropped on both ends of that trail. Had breakfast with a retired Naval Aviator recently and he flew A6 off the Oriskiney. Lost his bunk mate in the fire, he was pushed off the catapult to the other end of the deck when it started. He has another story about a man sized hole punched in a wing pulling out of a drop run. Miracle return to the deck. I’m thru now. P.J.
Thanks for the ‘filler’ about the guys who so wonderfully provided the air support. A-6 and Skyraider crews were relentless and nearly fearless up
there…loved them…
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Night time fighting is the worst! Takes me back. You do a great service for us sir.
I avoided reflecting or going back for 50 years then I retired and I couldn’t avoid it anymore. The more I go back the easier it gets. Few were under the intensity that you and your company were. There were times my crew were in that close contact for extended periods and night time medical evacuation was the absolute worst.
Great story telling!!!
Yes, night resupply and evacuation was uncommon but it was also frightfully dangerous
and the attrition was beyond belief. Thanks for pointing that out.
Semper fi,
Jim
Really enjoyed it. Somehow it seemed that your writing was a little different.
Maybe the writing changes as I change through the telling of the story. I’m not one to be able to judge that at all.
Thanks for the very interesting conclusion, however.
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow! Two in a row. I’ve been on withdrawal from your great story.
Welcome back Don, as I am back. Hope to be able to ‘feed your addition’ for some time
to come!
Semper fi,
Jim
Jurgen’s flashlight dimmed and the brightened. Need to make “the” then. Heart pounding as I read this chapter.
Thank you for noticing.
Corrected, Albert
Semper fi,
Jim
The Defecation is about to hit the Oscillation.
Yes, indeed, it is going to be somewhat of a long tough night, not that any of them were easy.
Semper fi, and thanks for the support.
Jim
Great! Thanks again.
Kemp
thanks H. Kemp, your few words have deep meaning. Thank you.
Semper fi,
Jim
Cannot help but feel like I am right back into the battle , of log years past . Stopped breathing a couple of times while reading this section.
Thanks so much Don. The guys who’ve been out there and then comment have special meaning to me.
I am always surprised at how similar our experiences were although I was only there for 30 days. Combat is
like a lifetime.
Semper fi,
Jim
INCREDIBLE chapter…
“Nah, the scope’s affected alright, but not a whole lot at that short distance,” the man replied, reassuringly. The rains there but not that heavy (rain’s)
Hard to proofread on a first reading or even a second. The story’s simply too compelling.
Thank for your sharp eyes and Support, Arnie
Semper Fi
Jim
I want to go from shooting Jurgens to pinning a medal on him. Remember the Spartans. Great quick thinking on your part James as far as using the scope to coordinate with the M-60’s.
Yes, I lived with that same mess of feelings about that man. Situation ethics mostly rules the battlefield.
People have all sorts of motivations spinning off the core of deep terrified fear.
Thanks for the comment,
Semper fi,
Jim
well dang you did it again, and super fast thank you LT
Yes, I am rolling again. Half way through the next segment as I write this Bob.
Thanks for the comment and the compliment in it.
Semper fi,
Jim
What about the cat?
Almost done with the next segment on that too!!!!
Next few days, and thanks for asking!
Semper fi,
Jim
“I don’t want to give away our position if I start dinging their guys,” Dobbs came back. “The NVA’s might crafty and they catch on real quick.”
“…NVA’s might crafty…” Did you mean to say “might” or, perhaps, mighty?
Can’t wait for the next installment.
Noted and corrected.
Thank you for the comment and support, Tim.
Semper fi,
Jim
A high school classmate had the misfortune of spending most of his deployment in the A Shau…When we got home from the “Nam” neither one of us spoke much about what we seen and did over there…. only in the last 5 years did he open up about his exploits there. He’s gone now, but reading your story brings back those discussions we had about our role in the “Nam”….Your descriptions of the smell, who can ever forget the smell!! …heat, mud, leeches, death, is very real and brings back memories that are both good and regretful…
Yes, it is all there in spades, and black and white, or whatever.
None of it truly goes away. Had some Vietnamese Pho soup the other day and that took me
back too.
Semper fi, and thanks for the lengthy meaningful comment.
Jim
A real butt “pucker” segment….. Thanks for another good one.
Thanks for the great compliment Ed, means a lot to me on this day…
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great chapter. Now you have the Gunnies attention , as it seems you have turned the tables on him. He has always been the de facto company commander….. when it suited his purposes. I would like to see when the series is finished a backstory explaining the motivations behind some of some of the characters notably the Gunny , Jurgens and Sugar Daddy
There was never a truly definitive company commander. Kilo had those, other wise known as dead commanders.
The Gunny and I had a hard time living together but live we did…
Semper fi
Jim
I already have one and two. I just need to when 3 is for sale. Thaks.
Coming by the end of September Houston and I am now on it hard…
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow! Another super installment, thanks!.
Was Jurgens the kind of guy that if he didn’t go to war and stayed at home would have been a killer anyway? Seems like it.
I don’t think so. Combat is not of this world and what happens there is not something that can be set against a home
backdrop. Combat ‘killers’ as we all were do not come home and kill people. It’s just the reverse. When you have killed
like that you never want to kill again, no matter what the cost.
Semper fi
Jim
I guess it really is your call Gunny,” I replied, taking off my helmet off and brushing my matted down short hair with one hand. Taking off my helmet and brushing my matted down hair
Thanks, Brian.
Corrected.
Semper fi,
Jim
And in the story, shall come the telling…that Junior would throw down the gauntlet (Jurgens) at the Gunny ‘ s feet, once more! As if the Gunny needed to be reminded of the difference between killing to survive, and killing for a trophy. As if Jurgens didn’t already know that carrying his poached trophy wouldn’t at some point require he earn it! Nguyen knew…Junior knew, and now the Gunny knew. Jurgens had been there once before, and now was just like way back then…You’re lying or your cryin, but there ain’t no denyin…Deja Vu…you’re the fool, again!
This chapter was…for me, always in the cards!
Pure genius, Jim…but then, you already knew that, too!
Semper fi,
ddh
Love your stuff Hayes, and it is among the few comments that I read and the re-read again after reflection.
You are a true genius in your own right and I am happy to recognize that.
Thanks for being my supporter and friend,
and thanks even more for liking the work…
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m seldom moved to comment by “works” that I
simply like, Jim. On the other hand, I’m absolutely compelled to comment on “works” that I simply love! One day very soon, I foresee each and every one of your readers expressing their thoughts on this story as a result of the truth you continue to reveal by disguising it as fiction! This story, with all of its in your face reality, incomprehensible subterfuge and treachery, and ongoing moments of empathetic reflection will indeed set the bar for its ability to communicate the difference between existence and survival not only in combat, but in whatever you want to call what follows. For me, it communicates the unseen influences which are working for and against us every moment we breathe. It communicates the reality of good and evil in every experience we have over the course of our lives. It speaks to the gut-felt truth as revealed by the difference in angels. It was and always will be your genius to share!
Carry on.
Semper fi
ddh
The brilliance of Hayes! Man, you hit that nail on the very head time and time again. How do you throw such fast balls across the plate on here?
Your depth and ability to observed and conclude has no equal and I much enjoy the reading. Thanks for that and for always being there and here.
Semper fi,
Jim
Good God!, my heart is thumping and I’m on the edge of my seat!
Thanks for that great compliment Ed and I shall endeavor to continue on with the motivation you provide…
Semper fi,
Jim
Yes!
Neat one word compliment Jim, and I thank you…
Semper fi,
Jim
Thanks again JAMES riveting as all ways. Hope getting this told is as good for you as it is for the rest of us !!!!
Better now, Harold, and I am planning on having the next segment up by Wednesday.
Semper fi, and thanks for the encouragement and help.
Jim
Thank you.
You are most welcome Tim and thanks for thanking me on this public forum…
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn! Just like watching a movie and when the anticipation is greatest, a commercial about women’s hygiene products breaks in.
This one came quickly, thank you!
Your river reminds me of one when I was a kid. Always fast and deep. There was a sharp bend where I only had to swim from the opposite bank 20′ as the current would toss my butt on the other bank. Sadly, I did not borrow a neighbors clothes line to span the river.
Helluva neat comment here JRW. The clothes line. I love that and am still smiling. The feminine hygiene product commercial. That’s special~
Thanks for the entertainment and the support of your carefully chosen words…
Semper fi,
Jim
Intense, Jim. Further notes later.
He wisely kept his body down in the hold (hole), only the very top of his wet helmet and extended arm showing at all.
Sharp eyes, Michael,
Thank you.
Semper fi
Jim
Jim, if I may take a stab at articulating why it’s taken this long to get toward the end. As in my other comments along this journey, I may be wrong. I can see why you may not want to finish this journey down the road of comradery filled with pot holes of distant memories with this rag tag group that has meshef into quit a following. Who wants this to end? Not us or nor you, even though the thought of ending this conjures images of “ dead end, off the cliff, no more, nada, and it’s over”. You have certainly gather a following which I don’t think you expected but sure cherish it now. Who can blame you. We want this to continue on and on. Maybe someone will figure out how to do that. We all know it’s true that this story will eventually come to a close but like in this segment we see the young luetinent doing other things than what he should be doing. He then admits this to himself. We, like him, are trying not to admit that this is closing in on the end of the story that moved us to our core. Especially those of us who fought in the Nam can relate. Sure as hell we wanted our time there to end but not here Jim. I think you didn’t want this time to end either. Regards, Paul Hernandez
A co, 1/327, 101st. A Shau
The next book after 30 Days is to be called The Cowardly Lion, and it is the book about coming
home. So, there will be no real end, merely a transition. Yes, the ‘rag tag crew’ on here has come to mean quite a bit to
me, especially when they’ve waited out the longer periods when I was stuck. Well, I’m not stuck anymore and I much appreciate the
running commentary.
Thank you so much for the depth and meaning of your extensive comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thanks for starting up again. Words cannot describe, at least my words, the amount of respect and admiration I have for all who survived that conflict. You are a walking talking miracle.
Thanks for the respect and admiration, although from where I come from and live I have a hard time with that.
To come out of real combat does not give any survivor the feeling that he should be admired or respected.
Just the reverse.
Why I had trouble on that honor flight.
I can’t do the hero thing.
I can’t accept that.
My Marines left behind deserve more than that.
I just made it, mostly because of them…
Semper fi, and thanks from my heart…
Jim
Somehow I thought the 1911 was going to get into the discussion with the Gunny….
The Gunny and I had made accommodations for one another by that time and neither of us feared the other, or so I believe,
although we both feared what either might do to others around us at any one time.
Semper fi,
Jim
great again sir!
Thanks for that neat compliment Roger and it is much appreciated…
Semper fi,
Jim
I knew it was bad over there but can’t imagine going through that. Your experience and story gives me a little insight into what my son went through in the middle east
Yes, it was bad beyond belief for most people. Fortunately, for both some guys on here and myself, you are a believing body of men
and women, which means you have intellect and body of life experience if you are writing to me on here. Thank you for being what you are
and saying what you do.
Semper fi
Jim