THE THIRTIETH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE THIRTIETH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I had the leg strength. I’d always had the legs. The records that had fallen to me in the obstacle course, running, and other military skills during officer candidate school and the Basic School had all been functions of lower body strength and agility. The glacis was...
Coronavirus (COVID19), Reflection #38

Coronavirus (COVID19), Reflection #38

Journaling the Coronavirus (COVID19) Pandemic, Reflection #38 April 20, 2020 When I was in Vietnam, fighting down in the A Shau Valley, the North Vietnamese Army installed drums along the top edges of the cliff complex up above both sides of the valley, which was less...
THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

THE TWENTY-NINTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

I lay in the muck of oozing mud seeping slowly up through the packed, cracked, and broken debris of jungle and aging decay. The smell was of the damaged sort I’d come to know as my home away from home down inside the A Shau Valley expanse. I wondered if the smell...

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