THE FIFTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FIFTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I came awake instantly. Crashing roars, with distant but shaking explosions moved me out from the cleft down along the side of a mud wall I’d been sitting up against. I blinked my eyes in fear and nervousness. I was in a cave. I was in the cave. The cave made by the...
THE FIFTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE FIFTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

The Skyraiders came out of the low level pre-dawn light, the sun still out and down earth somewhere on the other side of the valley’s eastern lip. There were four of them, and the drone of their big powerful propellers and engines built from a faint buzzing to a...
Travels to Winfield, Kansas for the Rendezvous

Travels to Winfield, Kansas for the Rendezvous

This past weekend I traveled to Winfield Kansas. Purpose was to scout the area and assure myself and our fans this is the place for the Vietnam Combat Veteran Rendezvous in July. Winfield is a comfortable small town, 50 miles south and east of Wichita on vis KS-15....
THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

Nguyen moved ahead of me, as we departed the perfect overhanging concrete bunker-style encampment the others would be preparing behind us. The mild wind, rushing water of the nearby river, and the mud sand under our feet would all be pushed into the background once we...
THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The Sandy’s came sweeping down the river, obliterating all other sound, the roar of their engines and propellers lifting my spirits in spite of my being trapped at the tank with a dead good kid and a living bad noncom. I hugged the edge of the tank’s right tread, the...
THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

I’d made it across the river, even after struggling to drag Barnes to the bank. I was dressed back out and had my gear and my .45,  none of which was in bad shape. My self-inventory had been done before the big fifty-caliber had opened up again. My team, positioned...
THE FOURTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE FOURTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

There was no question that I needed a plan. The company had no equipment for crossing any stretch of water that I knew of, and since the NVA had gotten a full blown battle tank down the river, or some road paralleling it, the likelihood of a U.S. Navy Seabee unit...
Perceptions….. STURGIS, 1993

Perceptions….. STURGIS, 1993

STURGIS It was 1993, and I was headed from Albuquerque to Madison, Wisconsin. I was driving a 1989 Range Rover with my family. After half the second day on the road we came upon flocks of Harley bike riders going the same way. Tens, hundreds and then thousands of...
Coming Together….

Coming Together….

The totality of coming together as a culture only happens very sporadically and with outside forces driving differential elements together like the fuzing of atoms. From the fuzing of atoms come a great release of energy or another form of matter entirely. What is...