THE THIRTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTEENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

Our return to the company was without incident, although Casey would not shut up. His incessant chatter was more than bothersome, because it couldn’t be listened to for long without the listener realizing that something was seriously wrong with the man. Some of what...
THE THIRTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTEENTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

Dawn was breaking somewhere over the high parapet beyond the hill to my back, although the jungle down in the valley only glowed slightly with the coming of the light. The rain was gone. There would be sun. The radio handset hung down from my right hand, the dangling...
THE THIRTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTEENTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I was wrong and I knew it by the time the company had proceeded less than an hour into its rain-flushed mud-slogging move into an impossibly dark night of trying to break through abusive jungle bracken while attempting to be careful not to set off any booby-traps.

THE TWELFTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

The Gunny left me with my watery coffee, squatting in the soft-glistening dark. Our company commander was going to the rear to get a silver star, which was no small decoration, or at least it had been discussed that way while I was in training. He was going to get it...
THE TWELFTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

The hill was more of a water and mud-driven mess than when we’d all taken the Vietnam “E’ ticket Disney ride down it, only moments earlier. I wondered, struggling to gain footholds against unstable rocks under the mud, if the whole side of the mountain wouldn’t...
THE TWELFTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

There was nothing to be done about the grenade at the moment, because there were other things that had to be done. I had to make sure that the artillery registrations I’d made earlier with Fire Base Cunningham for bringing rounds in along the lower edge of our...
IN GOD’S WAY

IN GOD’S WAY

Walking along on a street called Ke Nui in Hawaii, I found myself lost on this back road in a developed area on a small island where it’s almost impossible to get lost. But there I was. My cell would not work, and I was getting tired of walking around in shower shoes, things not meant for hiking long distances.

THE TWELFTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

I climbed the hill, switching back and forth, heading for chunks of outcropping rock and then toward the density of a protruding stand of low-lying bamboo. It was the Hill Trail climb my platoon at the Basic School had dreaded once a week in Virginia training…

WAKE UP AND SMILE, Rid Yourself of Fear

WAKE UP AND SMILE, Rid Yourself of Fear

Fear abides, and lays there waiting in all human beings. If you wake up in the morning with faint feelings of unrest and nervousness over nothing at all that you can put your mental finger on, then be aware that you are joined that feeling this morning by most of the rest of humanity..

THE TWELFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE TWELFTH DAY SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

My attention was drawn by AK-47s firing. I could hear the fire reverberating back from far up the valley even as I took cover and prepared to move out. My full attention, however, was immediately focused back to right where I was, when the Russian-built fifty caliber...