I awoke in bits and pieces. I blinked my eyes up at the ceiling, which was made of some strange greenish plaster, with light bulbs swinging slightly from wires hanging vertically down. I realized, hazily, that I was in some sort of hard-roofed tent. I tried to move my head but something was holding it down. I raised my right hand with difficulty, as I.V. tubes were heavily taped to most of my arm. I felt my neck. An I.V. was attached under the side of my jaw.
A man’s face appeared from my left side, centering itself over my own, about four inches from me. I wanted to back up or sink lower in the slanted bed but I could not move at all.
“Surgery went well but it’s going to be a long hard road from here,” the man said, his brown eyes remaining steady and unblinking.
“Doctor?” I managed to get out.
“Hardly,” the face said. “I’m your corpsman, your orderly, letter-writer, bathroom assistant, and plenty more.”
Why haven’t you been picked up by a major publishing house?! Damn! I’m just a 50 ish year old woman whose big bro served in ‘Nam and you make me feel like I’m right THERE! Thank you Mr. Strauss.
Major publishing houses publish mostly family, relatives and friends. Just the way of life.
Secondly, they don’t publish stuff that runs against the current male macho expression of violence or authority.
Finally, they don’t publish stuff that they deem is against the current military industrial ethic or mythology.
There you have it. I am way out there, as far as they see it.
Thanks for the compliment inherent in your comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Medication dosage should be q 3h or q 4 h. Meaning every 3 or 4 hours. I was confused by the 4qh which would be 4 times an hour and I’m a surgeon. Other than that a fascinating story.
Sorry Tom, I was writing from memory and you are exactly right, of course. I will have to go back and change the entries
for the book to be published. many thanks for the help and the compliment.
Semper fi
Jim
Wow took me back 54 years similar experiences last rights upon arriving at hospital and during transport having an out of body experience during transport in Philippines during transfer to Japan. Did not realize what it was called until many years later.
Semper Fi
Once again, in writing The Cowardly Lion, I have found so many wounded vets that have gone through almost identical situations and almost identical facilities.
Tachikawa and Yokosuka and then eventually Travis and Oaknoll.
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn you tell your story well sir, cant wait for the next chapter they are bright spots that I thoroughly enjoy
James,
I haven’t commented in a while, but I’ve been here every step….
You are blessed and cursed with an incredible memory to recall such detail about horrific events.
Events like these are starting to run together in my 73 year old radiated mind, but my PH feels totally undeserved compared to what you have endured.
God bless you,
Bill Gillespie
Thanks Bill, much appreciate the sincere and accurate opinion of putting this all together.
Yes, the curse and blessing of a great memory has been quite something, in this and other areas.
You can know so much that is so different from what others think they know that all you do is
lose credibility when you offer your own version. Shutting up becomes a survival tactic! I’m not
doing that here, obviously.
Semper fi,
Jim
James,
No human can construct these events from their imagination. Be assured your combat Brothers know that only those who have walked the walk are able to immerse us in that 7th circle of Hell..
Bill
Thanks Bill, much appreciate the support and the verification. Yes, to have been there, the color of the walls, the big clocks, as if set there to allow for the counting of seconds. The hard hard wait for the next pain shot.
All of that must be lived or read somewhere else and I have never found anyone else writing like I have been doing. Thanks for that great comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
You’re doing a fine job of writing about all of your experiences Jim. Keep up the good work of your recovery from your injuries from the Nam.
Semper fi
Sean
LT, and the great story continues! Small edit ‘manor and force of her actions’ changed to manner and force?
I have a pacemaker. Countless times I was gone but still conscious until they hooked up that pacemaker. It’s an odd feeling to know your heart stopped.
Don P
Thank you, Don, for the sharp eyes.
Noted and corrected.
Continued good health to you and thanks also for your support
Semper fi,
Jim
“How would I know?” I asked.
“How would you know?” she asked back.
The brain knows what it knows….
Now the real healing can begin.
Riveting chapter as the hospital work begins.
SEMPER Fi, James.
Thanks so much SGT for another of you thinking and feeling comments crosses my screen this morning.
Semper fi,
Jim
Riveting! What more can be said.
Thank you, Thomas
Semper fi,
JIM
I cannot imagine the angst of living through this nightmare in reality and then having reruns of it in your head throughout your life . My good ness . I guess the actual writing of this must be even more difficult emotionally, Your memories are so detailed and succinct ,, it is frightening and overwhelming to the reader . But to carry this through out your life ,,, and be able to share this is another dimension in itself . Thank you for this story … My heart goes out to you and all who had to fight for freedom in this war . … You are an amazing writer . Thank you for sharing your life experience .
Thanks so much Karen. Actually, the writing has been hard at times, particularly at the end of the third book. But, and it is a big but, this site and the comments gave me a different life.
The acceptance, the understanding, the association of others who served in that valley and helped me to understand that I was not the bad guy I thought I was down there (and was always running away from or waiting for it to ‘come and get me.’
So, the healing has been constant for three years and people just like you, with huge but mostly silent hearts, have meant everything. I cannot ever thank you or them enough.
Semper fi,
Jim
Holy wow! I always believed when a person dies that they know what is going on. You have confirmed by belief beyond any doubt. During all my years as a paramedic, it was very rare to bring someone back, though, and I now know my patients realized we were doing all that could be done to revive them, successful or not. While reading, your writing has a grip on me (and all of us) so that I cannot tear my eyes away from the page until I reach the end of your chapter. Keep it coming, we all wait.
Now that’s a pretty powerful comment Donald. I was worried a bit that the Cowardly Lion might not have an audience because it isn’t combat with the Vietnamese enemy and I wondered if anyone would want
to go on. There is so much more to tell, about the Marine Corps, the guys who did and did not make it, the hospital environment, the family and much much more.
Thanks for level of interest and the writing about it on here.
Semper fi,
Jim
James, the battle within is much more powerful and can be just as emotionally and physically destructive. I, too, am a retired ff/medic and have fought death to the best of my training and ability. I didn’t always win. I am hoping that this cathartic writing is helping you. I have been riveted by this story since your first page. May God bless you and keep you.
Thanks Harry for the great compliment. And for the understanding. It has been both painful and cathartic to write the series,
and it’s a bit of a long way from over. Much appreciate the compliment and your company as we travel along.
Semper fi,
Jim
Anxiously waiting as before on the next chapter. I think if you tried, you would have a hard time running those of us off who have been with you through the thirty days.
Thanks for the great segment. I can relate to a lot of what you are saying. I was very severely wounded and can relate to a lot of what you re saying, both before dust-off got there and the times after. I read your segment and things started coming back. Some I haven’t thought about for quite a while. It’s funny how that works. I don’t know that I will read much more, but thank you for your writing. I am 70 and it’s something how things are coming back. I was never emotional earlier but now I am. Take care and be safe.
I hope you read on. It’s cathartic and also makes you special, not only in the eyes of others on here but special to yourself.
We are not the ‘average bear,’ and God reached down and touched us many times, from beginning to end during that time.
It’s a pleasure to hear from another of what we are and what that television took at its title ‘we, the band of brothers.’
Semper fi,
Jim
I will read on. Excuse me, I was going through a hard time for a while. It was my anniversary date and 50 years since I got hit. I enjoy your writing, and yes we do have something in common, even if it is only a hospital bed for long periods of time, hooked to enough wires to light Chicago and lots of other tubes to boot. Take care, and have a safe holiday.
Your hard time is my hard time with you…making it a little bit less hard, I do so hope and pray.
I could not have made it to be here without so many in support, those knowing and those not knowing.
My wife is a little put out with me.
She has not, deliberately, read Thirty Days, but she started reading the Cowardly Lion.
She’s hurt a bit. “How could you never have mentioned Kathy, Shoot, or any of that?
Why did you leave all of that out of our relationship?
It is hard to try to tell her that she was perfect, before, during, and after and I needed her to be her and not a sympathetic caretaker.
I needed the toughness she mightn’t have been able to demonstrate if she’d known it all.
She’s a wonderfully sympathetic woman but I did not want to live in sympathy.
I’m writing this partially because of her…not that she will read this or believe it if she does.
I’m writing all this to you now because I think you need to read it and you need to understand just how much you mean to men like me…your brother, your friend and someone who truly understands.
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn Lt…Just Damn! Have been down and under a couple of times during cardiac events during the by-pass but nothing to compare to your recall. Am along for the whole ride Sir. Hopefully I will learn and retain a little that may help as I grow nearer to the eventuality that awaits us all. What you have written here fills me with a sense of awe and wonderment. With more meaning now, than I have ever said before. Take care Lt.!
” I realized after the paddles had hit me, that I had much less understanding of the world and what went on in it, then I’d thought.” Change the then to than.
Thank You, Ron.
Noted and corrected
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you for continuing the saga. It is hard to even begin to imagine what you and so many others went through It is remarkable how many people entered into your story at just the right time and place to help you through it. Providence certainly had His “angels” looking out for you. The other editors have been on the mark, I would like to add another:
“..that I had much less understanding of the world and what went on in it “than” I’d thought.”
Thanks, John
Corrected.
Semper fi,
Jim
LT, I have been where you were, but fortunately not a result of battle. I can relate. Thank you for your words.
You are most welcome Mark, and it is good to have people like you who’ve walked in those same boots.
Semper fi,
Jim
Damn! You remember! I don’t recall Japan or Edwards, 8 days or more. Doc at Walter Reed was POed. He said every time I’d almost wake I’d be screaming and swearing so they just kept giving a shot to shut me up. Morphine was at the end of a rotation of Codine, Demoral, and another 1 or 2. After weeks of happy shots did you want to choke the doc that stopped the narcotics? I did! I prefer sleeping through 95% of it over remembering any of it.
You will read what happened when I came to the end of my morphine/demoral run in the chapters ahead.
The Ying and the Yang of those powerful substances. I have always had this memory, except for a time in high school and college when I somehow lost it
and had to learn to actually study! It came back in Vietnam, hence the artillery precision and control. Then I lost it again after processing out, until I was hit
by lightening. Bang, all memory gone but when it came back it came back big time. It was like the movie Phenomenon!
Semper fi, and thanks for the great comment.
Jim
Thirty Days was a hell of a story, Lt. This one looks as if it will be as well.
I’ve known several who have been through a similar experience. I envy none of you. But you all have my respect.
Keep up the story.
Thanks so much for the compliment Richard.
Keeps me going, like one small explosion after another inside the cylinder of some old noisy Harley!
Semper fi,
Jim
My hospital stay was just that. It was 1964 so they were not full, yet. It was just before Christmas and there wasn’t going to be any one coming to see me. My only relative, my dad was a Merchant Seaman and he, as always, was at sea.
Sitting here reading this, I realized I was holding my breath. Damn. That word was intended to convey shock and awe.
I came home alone and I was, alone.
The eighteenth of December and it was going to be another Christmas, alone. No big deal. Alone, was something I had already, learned to accept.
And then. The Cooties. Oh yes, I remember. They brought, unadulterated love into the ward.
I have no idea how man wounded Brothers and Sister have or were visited by the Cooties but I am sure it was an uplifting experience
If you were, please give them a shout out.
They found my dad and just before Christmas, he was standing there, beside my bed.
The Military Order of the Cooties. Yes. Now there are some wonderful human beings. You will, indeed, read more about them in the coming chapters.
There were some real special people and organizations that got so many of us ‘through.’
Semper fi, and I’m sure glad you’re not alone now.
Jim
Oh my! I airlifted many Wounded In our Huey both American and VietNamese.
After an operation We were called on to lift out the dead , many stacked like cord wood. I had a Viet Namese Soldier revive amid our flight and I was able to keep him alive. I was a crew chief / left door gunner on a Huey slick in the Delta. We flew him to their medical facility and I was met with two V ietNamese medics that looked at me like what did you do this for, he is going to die . One of my nightmares!
Fortunately you were not treated as Cavalier and given every chance.
Welcome home Jim.
The Skyraiders and Cowboy. The Hueys and Macho Man. The big 46s that knew no fear.
The A-6 and the heroic Jim Homan. Turk and his Cobra swarm. I never knew the Puff crew people
or really communicated with them. They simply seemed to know where to hit the enemy hardest.
All of them, right down to the guys who flew me out with priority speed were simply among the
most courageous men I’ve ever had the please to work with. It’s better know to think of myself
to be more like them than I used to think of myself and my conduct in combat.
Thanks for the great comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I was enthralled by 30 Days. I am now transfixed by The Cowardly Lion. You are a writing master extraordinaire. Please keep mesmerizing us. Thank You! I am truly enjoying it all.
Thank you for the heartfelt comment and compliment, Chris
Share it with your friends. The Cowardly Lion will probably resonate with a larger audience spanning a couple of generations.
Semper fi,
Jim
Well sir once again your writing reaches out and grabs me and pulls me in. I look forward to sharing your journey. You sir are one tough cookie.
Well, I’m determined, let’s put it that way. The Cowardly Lion will go to great lengths to lay out and explain what
true toughness is and how you evidence it without seeming to evidence it.
Semper fi,
Jim
Amazing how some of those women can put the fear into others and make things happen. Your writing hasn’t faded leaving the battlefield behind.
There were and remain some truly impressive and tough women on this planet. I am very happy that I have
known so many of them.
Semper fi,
Jim
Hey, James – Great to see you continuing the saga you started on with the first of September.
I’ve been through that stuff with Navy Nurses and Corpsmen a few times, and it is never pleasant. The fact that you are still writing does let me know that you pulled through all of it, as did I.
Need a clarification, if you will: Throughout the third ten days, you have a radioman named Fess, whom I have come to know through your writing, But right now I am re-reading my (autographed) first and second ten days, and your radioman there is called “Fessner”. Were there two separate radiomen?
You will also notice the book is PRINTED and distributed as FICTION for some obvious reasons ~~smile
Thank you for your support, Craig
Radioman was named Fusner, changed by the editors because of liability concerns.
There was only one Fusner. There will only ever have been one Fusner.
Semper fi,
Jim
Many thanks, Jim – thought it might have been something like that.
As mentioned above, you have a remarkable memory. I remember some of the bad stuff, very little of the good.
Back in ’63, I spent several months in Bethesda NH, outside D.C. Some of the folks there were easy to remember, with their caring ways and devotion to their patients.
Made a lot of balsa and tissue airplanes, flew them out the window into the snow, then one of my more mobile ward mates would go retrieve them – until one flew in a first floor window!
Thank you for inviting us to continue with you on this journey. Catharsis is a difficult process. Reading about your struggle to find firm ground to stand on helps us all,
Finding the ground to stand on. Hell, finding ground to even lay down on or dig into in order to be able to hold on until life takes another course change is more like it.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’d wanted to ask for a pain shot, but the manor and force of her delivery had taken me completely by surprise. manor might better be manner in this case, unless she’s really a large country house.
“Not possible,” Kathy replied. “It’s the drugs. You were coded out. No heartbeat, no EKG, no nothing. You were gone for more than a minute, although not long enough to be otherwise affected, we hope.”
“<————————– stray double quote looks like it might belong at the beginning of the next line. might be a web formatting deal.
Thanks for the help Tom! I am on it.
Semper fi,
Jim
In that moment you had been touched by God, but he said, not today Marine. That must have been the most amazing feeling and site, am so happy you made it through it. Can’t wait for the rest of the Lion’s story to be put down on page
God was there, all the way, had to be. I could not see it at all. I did not rail against Him but did not accept him either.
What he was doing and what he’s doing now I have no real clue, except here I am and I’m up writing this night. Am I laying down
words He might want me to write? I like to think so. Thanks for the cogent meaningful comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Isn’t that the truth! I remember after we got everyone set up and taken care of all I had left was to lay there and wait. I knew it was coming fast but did not want to accept it. Then all of a sudden, and this is the only way I can say it, an enormous calm overcame me. Nothing mattered because everything was accounted for and no matter what it would be okay. Only then would I allow myself to close my eyes. They were soooo heavy and I was so much tireder, I know that is not a word but it fits, than I usually was. God was there. I am still not a religious person in any organized way, but I respect the hell out of him/her/whatever. We were taken care of all of us as we laid there. It didn’t matter whether you were DOA, KIA, or WIA. What a time! Later, not so much of a time. I learned though and that is what mattered.
Wow, I thought 30 Days was intense. I hate to see each of these chapters come to an end.
Looking forward to your next chapter.
Semper Fi
That chapter will go up this week, as I am trying to get the chapters out to support the completion of Thirty Days, and making some
very meaningful and essential sales. Thanks for the great compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Right now James all I can say is “WOW”! Will comment more in the future!
Thanks Ben, that’s a pretty terrific one word compliment.
Semper fi, and look forward to more…
Jim
Damn LT! I’ve been told God gives little crosses to little hosses and big crosses to big hosses. It seems like he gave you the whole tree!! A conscious cardioversion! Wow 300 joules, The horse proof electric fence out at the farm is only 5 joules! That will make your arm numb for 4 or 5 minutes. That jolt was 60 times that. You have definitely been through the wringer. It has always amazed me about how much abuse the human body can absorb and still survive and yet sometimes the slightest thing can kill! You had I don’t know how many through and through .30 Cal wounds and you survived (I’m glad you did) and an old lady in the first nursing home I worked at slid out of her wheelchair and landed on her rear end died a couple of days later.
One thing has me puzzled. Shoot said he was a Lance. You were in an Air Force hospital, the Air Force doesn’t have Lance Corporals. Their enlisted ranks are Airman recruit, Airman, Airman 1st, 2nd, 3rd and then Staff Sergeant. Where did they get a Marine to care for you? Once again you have me hooked. Now I have to read all of this series.
Good Job or as my shipmates would say BZ LT.
Terry (Doc) Novak
Corpsmen, serving with Marines, use Marine rank designation. It’s a respect thing the Marines give to corpsmen, as well at the uniform. I took three 7.62 rounds, delivered from at AK at a range of less then ten yards.
They were all through and through at that range, of course. I think they were learning the heart trade thing back then and they didn’t mess around. Thanks for the great comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I was going to question the Lance thing also, Guess I was never addressed by rank, but just “Doc”. Anyway, This is truly an amazing work with no equal that I’m aware of. It took a lot to get to this point and put this to pen and I thank you for this. Doc Reinhardt
Thanks Doc, meaningful for you medical guys to write in on occasion.
Yes, things were pretty weird back then and thanks for the great compliment.
Semper fi,
Jim
What a trial that was for you and those working on you. They must have been very dedicated to saving lives. I wonder if it is that way now.
I only saw one word that I thought was awkward, but I was reading fast. I think instead of “manor” your meant “manner.”
“I’d wanted to ask for a pain shot, but the manor and force of her delivery had taken me completely by surprise.”
Thank you again for sharing.
Kemp
I am presuming they are still as dedicated and caring. I don’t know for sure because I’m no longer out there visiting
field hospitals. The VA in every occurrence I’ve been a part of has been every bit as caring when I’ve had to go in.
Semper fi
Jim
I read a lot. Seldom do the words grip me like yours. Thank you for sharing what must seem like your innermost feelings. Makes me feel unworthy to have worn the uniform. Thank you.
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Mike, you were anything but unworthy I am certain. The trilogy lays down what it was like to try to get through that nightmare in any way possible. It has as much cowardice, fear, terror and misery in it as it has courageous or outstanding behavior.
In fact it has more of the former. Thanks for the comment, the compliment and coming straight from the heart.
Semper fi,
Jim
LT I’m curious to know if you have any lingering effects of those horrific wounds nowadays? I hope you’re happy, healthy and wealthy!
Yes, I have pretty extensive scarring back and forth across my entire Torso, so I never go to the beach or pool without wearing a shirt.
I have bullet hole scars that look exactly like what they are, and the can be disconcerting too. War holes, is what my grandkids named them.
Lost bit and pieces in side, all the stuff you can lose and still make it. Limp from the hip wound, a bit now and then.
Some skin stuff on the bottoms of my feet that I got there that nobody can ever do anything about.
That’s about it.
Thanks for asking,
Semper fi,
Jim
So awesomely wonderful and scary at the same time,I feel like it’s me laying there. I keep hoping that some miracle could save Fusner too.
The Fusner thing, and the Gunny and Nguyen, Zippo, Tex and a good number more.
They have come back through the telling of the story but they no longer haunt me. I did the best I could
and I think they knew it.
Thanks for the heartfelt comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I have a question. You said the Corpsman was a Lance Corporal. I have never heard of a Marine Corpsman, all medical stuff was Navy. Did my time over there and never got a scratch except some eye infection. They sent me out on the Sanctuary. I remember having to lay on my stomach when the female nurses came around. Good stuff James. It’s amazing that you can write and remember so well. Semper Fi!!!
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Mike, we called the corpsman by Marine rank many times because we considered them Marines, and still do. They were to be given special status and wore our uniforms in combat. A Lance Corporal
would be a Seaman or Seaman First in the Navy… Thanks for the question as others will have the same. Glad you didn’t get hit too!
Semper fi,
Jim
A Marine Lance Corporal would be an E-3 or Seaman in Navy rank.
Yes, that’s what the charts say although I did not know that at the time, even though my dad was career Coast Guard. I was way young when he was an E-3.
Thanks for the clarification.
Semper fi,
Jim
I was a Navy Corpsman. Marines use marine rank when we are attached to them. A Lance Corporal is equivalent to a Navy Hospitalman rank.
Thanks for having been one of those beloved Corpsmen and thanks for verifying what I have been writing about that. I remember it but sometimes I wonder if somehow I am remembering it wrong.
Semper fi,
Jim
All i can say is Holy Shit James.
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Thanks for the neat two word compliment Bob!
Semper fi,
Jim
Great chapter James, as always. We all had the proverbial” heart in my throat” while following your Vietnam time. I’ve been in health care for 34 years and now you have me just as anxious with these new chapters!! LOL.
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Thanks Bill, and I am glad that your experience dovetails into my own, in some respects. The reality of trauma treatment and recovery is not well known outside of those getting it.
Semper fi,
Jim
Wow – touch and go. Seems as if you have a great medical team plus Barbara on your side.
As you may now know many folks report events that happen in the room while they are flat-lined. Some view it from a location outside their body. OOB = “Out Of Body” experience. Some even travel to a heavenly place. NDE = “Near Death Experience.” It sure can change one’s perspective of how things work.
Some minor editing changes follow:
Your chart says your dead,
Second “your” to “you’re”
Your chart says you’re dead,
That your conscious and handling the drugs so well is a big plus.
Maybe “your” to “you’re”
That you’re conscious and handling the drugs so well is a big plus.
Moments went by, the pain once again inside my very my center,
Seems like an extra “my”
Moments went by, the pain once again inside my very center,
Definitely God / the Universe decided it was not your time to go. More for you to do, say, & write. As you recall these events may they be like roasted seeds – the memory persists without the energetic pain. Blessings & Be Well.
You are a Godsend yourself, DanC
Thank you for your continued support in cleaning things up.
I believe all corrected
Semper fi,
Jim
I clinically died in the cat lab. And watched the team work on me code blue. So I understand your experience.
Yes, Butch, I went out again later at the lab too, when they hit me with the IVP stuff for contrast. That time I just went out, though.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
Powerful descriptions of this part of your journey home.
Just wow.
You are a class act, Walter Duke, and I much appreciate the laconic but deep compliment that you have written on here.
Semper fi,
My friend,
Jim
Damn, a concious cardioversion. That’s rough!
Not something you would want to do again.
My good friend had one recently, wide awake in the ambulance.
His was for STOPPING the heart.
Thanks for your support,
Remember to share with your friends,
Semper fi
Jim
James, as John Larroquet once said. “ this is a dark ride “. I’ve never had a writer make me hold my breath. If anyone says you can’t write, I’ll slap them into next week.
Thanks so much, Marvin.
They used to say that every once and a while, but remember, writing is a funny thing.
It’s intensively competitive and also many people think they can do it if they can just get the time to sit down and do it.
I didn’t do my self well with that person.
I was angry at being diminished.
I walked out of the room, got a thick pad of notepaper, and a cheap pen, then walked back in and slammed it down in front of her, tossing the pen through the air.
“Okay they,” I said, rather too forcefully, “so, start.”
I left, leaving the relationship too.
I’m better now. Honest.
Semper fi,
Jim
Enjoy reading your book. Can’t wait for the next chapter. By the way, did Shoot write a letter to your wife?
The chapter coming out this week will cover that and thanks for the compliment too.
Semper fi,
Jim
“Set for 300 joules,” Kathy said.
“You told the doctor that you were setting that machine for 30 joules, whatever those are,” I said.
Think you missed a “0” in your “dead” state recall!!
Thanks for the correction. Yes, my ‘dead’ state…is that like saying my “Marine’ state?
I understand why you made it to Colonel, what with that giant brain. You did fly like a turbine-powered butterfly back in the day though.
Semper fi, my friend,
Jim
Thank you, I enjoy everything you write!!
Thanks so much William Muller. Nice compliment.
Gets me along into the night…
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, everyone trying to return to the “World” will relate to your journey. Some of lucky with all our physical parts. But leaving the Nam put us in similar straights….aviators, REMFs, grunts all trying to understand who we were and what the hell happened and being very guilty leaving our buddies in an actual hell!
Thank you
We had it different, every one of us, really.
I had no clue about the flight part of it, where you would dive into my valley, stay and linger around under fire, then drop your ordnance
and make it back to behind the lines to hot chow, a shower and sleep without the misery of our nights.
That save abrupt lack of continuity created other problems.
Having to go back at it, for one.
Having to live the bifurcated life between terrorizing violence and relative safety.
Back and forth, back and forth.
And all of us had a really bad case, and most retain that, of what I call “the blank dark hole of combat.”
We got to know almost nothing about the men around us, the ones who lived, the ones who died or, for you the guys on the ground.
For me the guys in the air and back at the batteries.
Information to this day is terribly scanty and can be so easily inaccurate.
The Corps was not that good at record-keeping in the ‘old days.’
It seemed like it was until you start looking back.
Thanks for writing about the path, the course, the road we must all ‘walk the walk’ on.
Together.
No longer together alone.
Semper fi,
Jim
Ah Jesus, My best friend was in the enlisted ward in that hospital. His telling of that time has always brought me to tears. We were just young men, just good young men.
It was amazing how many were in Yokosuka when I was there. We were all over.
Got to know that when I finally was pulled out of the ICU.
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
My heart was beating for yours when yours stopped.
Lt James,
You are the first Nam Veteran who has told your story so vividly so all of us younger guys can understand what y’all went through. I have known other combat Veterans. I’ve always respected them. It takes along time for Veterans to open up to us. Some never do and that’s okay too.
Thank you
Sean
Mercy, James, I wasn’t expecting the drama from the A Shau to continue, but you sure know how to tell a story. Would love to buy you a beer some day. I spotted some editing needs but you’ve got guys much better than I to help with those.
That was your most vivid description of the current situation. I was on edge.
Powerful
My response is inadequate.
Wow
WOW! Is all I can say Lt. The next journey begins and thanks for sharing it.
LT. You have me on the verge of tears..
Wow James you are really full of surprises !!!
Near the end he is talking to the nurse about seeing/hearing them when he died & says 30 joules instead of 300 earlier.
James I sure can see how hard this is to be writing.
bed, and then going to work to untangle wires and whatever else was on top of the cart. ( A think doctor, )? his stethoscope extended in his right hand leaned over and pushed the cold rubber end of it onto my chest.
felt like a (huge baseball bad (bat) ) ? had struck me squarely in the center of my chest.
The pain had been gone completely for the first time since (he’d) I was (been) hit.
She punched it lightly into the plastic tube of (his) my left arm I.V.
“You told the doctor that you were setting that machine for (30) 300 joules, whatever those are,” I said.
but the pain and misery of my life there had been (on the) (surface)? and fleeting compared to what I was having now.
Not sure on the corrections/changes…
WOW..
Thank you, Mike, for your sharp eyes.
I believe all corrected and I appreciate your support.
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The Cowardly Lion
Semper fi,
Jim
James,
You possess an extrodinary ability to craft images through your words! Reading your stuff takes me back to when I was just a goffy kid that fell in love with reading for the first time. Cut my teeth on Grey and Lamour novels!
Your pictures move!
SO glad you’re writing this.
Lt Strauss, your recounting of what the morphine did to you, sure stirred some memories. Cotton mouth, passing out right after a dose, watching that clock like a hawk to when I could get the next dose. Did you hallucinate too? Nasty stuff. What a journey you’ve had, and to be able to share it with your readers. Reliving your experience had to be hard. Thank you. Hooked on this next chapter of your life for sure.
A spellbinding chapter
Powerful, and to be able to live through it all, I’ve brought back people from pulseles but not where they remembered, you are truly special and deserve the peace you seek