I watched Japanese television. I didn’t understand almost any of it, but Shoot had clued me in, early on, that the Japanese had no qualms about showing bare female breasts on their regular programming. That part of Japanese television was okay. Rory had come and gone so quickly I hadn’t gotten used to having a roommate, so the solitary nature of my stay was only broken by the fact that Shoot and Pus dropped by all the time while Kathy and Barbara were always around too.
One morning, the morning of my fourth week at the Hospital, I received my first visitor, I mean following the board of inquiry that had shown up so long ago when I was brand new. This visitor was another Marine Officer who was ‘stopping through’ on his way through. There was a nearby Bachelor Officers Quarters at Yokosuka where many stayed until they could tie-up with the flight home they needed. The officer named Bob White spent a couple of hours with me as if he was trying to bring me out of some depression, or something. He had a ton of questions about my time in the A Shau Valley since he’d never made it into combat.
When is the book The Cowardly Lion coming out? Thank you for you time .
The final chapter XXVIII should be completed Thanksgiving week and then a couple of weeks in final edit formatting and publishing.
Thanks for your support, Stephen
Semper Fi
Jim
Dear Uncle Jim,
Once again you find yourself doing “the dirty work” that only you can do. The telling here of the soft but ugly underbelly of war and addiction like only you can. The stolen valor knocked me over, is there anything involved in this saga that you miss, I don’t think so…I don’t think so.
Again feeling inadequate and not worthy to offer these but only desiring to help you polish your writing, please accept these humbly offered edit notes:
Sensing my drug-diminished but still distressed state, both Shoot, and Pus used gentle platitudes about how I was going to( )all right. Should the word (be) be added here?
Kathy came over and injected a syringe needle into the nexus of my I.V. rig (plastic). I could be wrong but currently the ends of these are rubber which allow for multiple needle sticks without leaking. Should this be (rubber)?
I didn’t want any more drugs. I didn’t want the drugs either. This appears redundant or if you are trying to make a point the second line could read, “I didn’t want the current drugs either.”
Respectfully Yours,
Dennis
Jim…As I’ve read this chapter, a childhood friend kept showing his face.
He was a year younger than me and a Naval Reserve sailor, Danny decided he wanted the real deal. He requested and got Brown Water Navy duty in ’69, assigned to a PBR outfit in IV Corps. A couple of month in country, manning the twin50 front turret, ambushed. Left arm took two AK rounds and a recoilless round hit almost severed the same arm. That all got infected and he was septic for a period of time. The Navy saved the arm, discharged him addicted and attempted to make him sign a waiver of future disability claims. Called his dad, who flew to Nashville, raised a lot of hell and brought him home. He wound up on heroin for a while. Managed to fight his way out of it and had a life, after ten years of anguish.
I’ve never forgotten what he once told me. Said he owed his life to the same morphine that damn near took his soul.
This all can’t be nowhere near easy. Thanks for telling the bad stuff. God bless you.
Thanks Neil, for laying down some of your own life experience here and that of your friend.
Yes, pain drugs, even when used for the most awful and dire of pain occurrence is always a two-edged sword, with the second edge delayed in slicing down.
Thanks for the illumination in your comment and your putting it up here for all to see.
Semper fi,
Jim
I love your stories(your truth) and I get it. I spent some time in the Valley in 68 with Marine Force Recon. I’m certainly glad that the Valley turned you loose, but don’t think you’ll be able turn the A Shau loose. Thank you for sharing.
Yes, the Valley is part of me now…although as I peruse it on Google Earth,
the valley isn’t the valley at all anymore. It packed itself up and piecemeal sent itself off
to live on in the hearts and minds of both U.S. and Vietnamese damaged military personnel….
Semper fi,
Jim
The pace of the story is perfect. The whirlpool of your emotions keeps me on edge while I process my feelings that are forced to the surface.
I don’t mean to reach inside you so deeply, while I reach inside you so deeply Jim. As I have said back since the beginning of 30 Days,
I just keep laying it down as best I can recall, but much enjoy the reading of how others are taking the experience…
Semper fi,
Jim
Third time reading this chapter, Jim. You’ve got some powerful stuff there, and very clearly written.
Nguyen – and your reading Doc Peters name tag when your heart stopped – really poses a mystery of life, one not many have experienced. Yet MY heart wants to believe in things such as these.
Did have to laugh at one of your responses above. You made going to San Clemente sound very much like going to San Quentin. Glad it was going to Nixon, and not a cell!
You are pretty funny Craig. I had no idea where I was headed or into what, at the time.
I don’t know what to make of the fact that I have been qccidentally introduced to so many historically
important figures but have remained so pedestrian in my own identity through the years. Is that God
having mercy?
Smeper fi,
Jim
I recently read where Lt. Puller recently passed away. I’m still hooked and waiting each chapter. Semper Fi!!
Puller committed suicide, finally, on May 11, 1994. I was not there.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, I think this book is better then 30 days as a human story. War isn’t fun and glory but struggle, the will to survive is the ancient God Given characteristic that is a mystery. How does one rise up and become a human again through all this pain and sorrow. Looking for your answer.
The Cowardly Lion is being written exactly about what you have brought up. It will play out as the chapters come in.
That is, of course, if what I have become in life can truly be defined as a human.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great chapter as always. Glad to see Nguyen made it back to the world and had a family. I’ll bet gunnery just couldn’t handle it anymore. He carried you a bit when first dropped into his company but you also carried him as time went along. Interesting he did not respond to you. My best friend in Nam and I use to write to each other after we got back. After about five years he quite writing. I have written him a few times but never heard back, have no idea why. It is the way it is.
James, thanks for another great chapter. Semper Fi!
Jim, Thanks again for giving us another chapter. Very poignant writing.
I am sorry you had to endure so much physical, emotional and mental pain. God bless you. Keep the chapters coming…
How could Nguyen have been in Japan on an Air Force base on the secured tarmac?
How could Nguyen have been where he was in the Nam
and be somehow unofficially attached to an active Marine combat unit?
How could Nguyen have appeared after that? What about transport, identity papers and more.
How could he have made it to the U.S.later?
I don’t know and I’m not at all certain anymore that he was there…
Semper fi,
Jim
Well James you finally made me cry,when you saw Nguyen at the plane . It does not matter if it was a hallucination or not. That hit me hardest out of the four books, many things i could see coming , many not. But that was a writing genus real or fiction !!!
Almost more than I can fathom. It is more than I can fathom. Thank you again for sharing and your service.
“Six-ton” actually a five (5) ton or 2 1/2 ton ( Duce n-half).
Really enjoyed you writing. Yours was different. I flew straight from D Nang to Anchorage then Andrews for two weeks in Phily Naval and 30 days at Marine Barracks before reassigned to Camp Pendellton .
14 months later medically discharged.
Simper Fi
I understand the ‘long’ recovery period.
Glad you made it back
Semper fi,
Jim
We(some of my shipmates and I)flew home to Travis as well, but nothing like your experience and trip. We were tired, overworked Navy Snipes(engineering,for those that don’t know) and although not drugged, we slept pretty much all the way. We flew out of Okinawa, Kadena AFB I think. This was in late May of 1968! Your conditions were terrifying and way worse than the A Shau, IMHO!
My good friend , I understand that this is the part you were avoiding, I thought it was coming out of the Valley….now I think I understand! I never will but I know I care.
You came home with the Ah Shah, Puller andMasters an Nguyen; and a 30 day ride in combat…you certifiable
Brother, I understand you as a warrior but not as a journalist
Semper Fidelis Brother
Simply incredible — your story and your writing. Thanks for sharing with the world. By the way, after reading your chapters for some four years now I’ve finally realized the best time to read your work is early evening. If I read late at night it keeps my mind active, and if I read in the morning it keeps me from what I had planned on doing. So by ready in the early evening I can read it again, process it all and still get to sleep!
Put your comment on my Facebook pages. Just too good to resist.
Thanks ever so much for that very personal way of complimenting the writing…and the story itself.
Semper fi,
Jim
James, Very, very powerful. What an emotional roller coaster. First the stolen valor of the
guys from the BOQ. Then Nguyen – that choked me up. Maybe real. Maybe a phantom. Still the connection of brothers. Last the I.C.U. request. Desperate people plan and do desperate deeds. When caught up in those thoughts they could not get where you were coming from. In a more rational setting maybe they would.
FWIW C-141s could only fit into the larger airbases like Ton Son Nhut in Saigon and Danang. Patients from smaller hospitals were flown in C-130s to the main bases. First leg for the C-141s was Japan and the hospitals there. As in your case, stabilized patients then flew to CONUS. First stop Elmendorf in Alaska. Supposedly the CONUS to RVN flights carried very high priority small cargo. They might have carried folks (like Captain Johnson) from Japan to RVN.
Some minor editing suggestions follow:
so the solitary nature of stay was only broken by the fact that Shoot
Maybe add “my” in front of “stay”
so the solitary nature of my stay was only broken by the fact that Shoot
felt from the seeming violation of my brother officers stung deeply
Maybe substitute “by” for “of”
felt from the seeming violation by my brother officers stung deeply
I
felt the effects of the morphine
Just need to space the “I” down a line and then connect the rest of the sentence.
all personnel unless underarms
Maybe separate “under” and “arms”
all personnel unless under arms
I’m a bit confused…
First – Master’s son asked
Next paragraph – After everyone was gone, the Navy Lieutenant told me what it was they wanted
If Navy Lieutenant refers to Masters, I thought he was a Marine LT.
If not Masters, then who?
So I’m not hitting you with this until your actually inside the fuselage
Maybe “you’re” instead of “your”
So I’m not hitting you with this until you’re actually inside the fuselage.
The six-ton truck pulled away, noisy and slow, like all six-bys I’d ever been in
Most six-bys had a cargo capacity of two and a half tons. Nickname = deuce and a half
Maybe …
The deuce and a half truck pulled away, noisy and slow, like all six-bys I’d ever been in
Could even drop the “truck”
The deuce and a half pulled away, noisy and slow, like all six-bys I’d ever been in
great body of some huge whale, a while with giant wings.
Maybe “whale” for “while”
great body of some huge whale, a whale with giant wings.
expectation of my taking action under after the circumstances I so recently had come through
and was trying, with what was left of my heart out, to overcome and recover from, was
shocking.
“under” and “after” seem redundant. Either one works.
“out” after “heart” seems extraneous
expectation of my taking action after the circumstances I so recently had come through and
was trying, with what was left of my heart, to overcome and recover from, was shocking.
Blessings & Be Well. Stay Safe.
Thank you again, Dan.
I believe all are noted and corrected.
Semper fi
Jim
All I can say Is Wow. Great writing Lieutenant
Thanks Stuart, much appreciate the support and the comment here…
Semper fi,
Jim
Again ,great writing James! I can’t even imagine what you and the hundreds of thousands of combat vets throughout the years have gone through! Good story on C-141 ops. https://www.historynet.com/the-long-haul-the-c-141-starlifter-in-vietnam.htm
Welcome home. I am at a total loss for words.
Mr.Strauss,I’ve been following your story since the night they threw you from the chopper, into the mud.Sir,you are an American Master.Your style of writing is so personal and authentic,the reader,is living each word.Thank you,Lieutenant.
Thank you, Max.
Over the past 40 years, there has been doubt in my mind if any of this should ever be published.
Semper fi, Jim
LT, I was thrilled to tears to see that Gunny made it back even in the condition he is in. Nguyen is another save that made happy.
What you had to go through and what you had to face, God Bless you LT, may retelling thia help you find peace, take care and welcome home !
Thank you Sir for another chapter, looking forward to the next.
I don’t know what to say. I, am stunned. Is this it? Is there any more?
No, that’s not all. There is San Francisco and the return to the states ahead.
There’s going through all that and then my reassembly and return to the Marines in damaged
form, and much more until I end up in San Clemente. After that, well there’s another book about that.
Thanks for being struck by the writing and the story though…
Semper fi,
Jim
I don’t know why several officers came to visit you just before you left the hospital in Japan, and why they were so interested in your stories about the A Shau Valley. Perhaps they had turned away from an opportunity to spend time in a unit at the front, in combat, and they were simply trying to get a sense of what they missed. I don’t agree that they intended to represent your experience, and your suffering, as something that they somehow owned. I would not be surprised if they kept the stories to themselves.
You are much kinder than Barbara was…
There are questions that I have no answers for…all I can do is relate as best I can.
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m almost in tears ✝️🇺🇸
I’m not sure to be happy or sorry. Thanks for the depth of your care and the serious reaction to the reading.
Semper fi,
Jim
Welcome home! Wife met me at Travis also. Wow what a ride! Thanks so much for sharing.
Semper fi
Bob
Yes, the next chapter is all about that, and I know a lot of guys who came back will identify.
Semper fi,
Jim
Well, lieutenant, you are on your way to the States. I am guessing the first nine chapters of this book are going to be easier than the rest of the book. Keep moving forward. Semper Fi, Ray
You are very astute, my friend. ~~smile
Semper fi,
Jim
very easy to believe that your ¨spirit-animal¨ from your thirty days up-country would be a Montagnard…
You don’t get to pick em…they pick you…
You also don’t get to know why…
Semper fi,
Jim
i bont inderstand gunny not having anything to do with you ?? am i missing something?
I have no explanation other than conjecture here Joe. I ran him in a bank unexpectedly in New Mexico. He raised the hairs on the back of my neck
by saying “Junior,” from behind me. I turned, addressed him in reply as Gunny, but he said he been promoted to First Sergeant before retiring.
We made an appointment for the following week in a town eighty miles outside of Albuquerque. I drove the distance a week later. He didn’t show.
I went to his home. His wife answered the door. She told me that he could not talk to me, and the rest. That was it. I drove away and never went
back. That was in 1985. If alive he’d been in his mid to late eighties. I believe that the experiences we had together were too much for him
to want to go over or repeat. I’ll never know, however. I was very hurt but got over it through the years. I left my information with his wife
so it was his call to get hold of me after that. He didn’t. In an odd way, I understand. I was something else again, and so was he.
Semper fi,
Jim
I wondered about about the gunny and Nugyen I am glad they made it out of the Nam.
They loaded me on a C141, out of Guam to Walter Reed, had my own personal medic with what was left of me. Don’t remember much of the flight until we were unloaded a Andrews an transported to Walter Reed.
I feel that Nguyen , and the others will always be with you . I know those that were with me and never made it back are still with me this very day . Both a curse an a blessing , and one more obstacle to hurdle over ! OooRaa LT’
Yes, Nguyen made it out and then back to the States with his wife and three daughters.
A very special man and human being…
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great read, Jim. Thanks!
You are most welcome Edward…
Semper fi,
Jim
In total awe of your continued telling of your trials in the valley and beyond. Is it possible that Nguyen is still guiding your words and protecting you? Wondering if you had any contact with the ones in your life whom you shared so much with?? Semper Fi Lt. And peace.
Thanks Peter, as usual. Yes, I have heard from three, very short terse but supportive comments, and then there was Nguyen and the Gunny.
One officer from the artillery battery at An Hoaxing and several members of Tex’s family. Also ran into General Dwyer several times back
in the USA. Incidentally, the Gunny would not speak or have anything to do with me. His wife said it was nothing to do with our time together, but how could it not have.
Semper fi,
Jim
The mind can do strange things JAMES really strange when fueled by MORPHINE.
Thanks Harold, there’s some truth to that The problem with real hallucinations is that they give every appearance of being real
except for the fact, which usually only occurs much later, that they almost always defy both physics and rationality….but how can
you know, especially right in the thick of things.
Semper fi,
Jim