THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter IV

Chapter IV I pulled away from home in the Volks, only wanting to escape back onto the stretches of beach I realized I was finding some solace driving, if not doing anything else productive. Vietnam had come again out of nowhere. Nguyen, reaching forward from the past,...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER III

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, CHAPTER III

I spent the next four days working out, as best I could. I had the endurance to run five miles straight, but I hadn’t regained the speed I one had before being shot and operated on so much.  My fears about the coming academy stretch were active, particularly at...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter II

The uniform shop in Santa Ana was located on the main drive passing through the center of the rather over-populated and kind of ragged city.  San Clemente was much smaller, tighter and kept its streets, sidewalks and plant life in much better shape.  Of course, San...
The Cowardly Lion, Volume Two, Chapter I

The Cowardly Lion, Volume Two, Chapter I

My first day working with the Home of the Western White House, as the Cotton Estate was becoming known everywhere in and around the town of San Clemente, wasn’t a workday at all.  After reporting in to the remarkably strange and alienating H.R. Haldeman, there was...