THE TWELFTH DAY, 30 Days has September

THE TWELFTH DAY, 30 Days has September

The first spotting round of the fire mission came screaming in. I didn’t care if I could see or hear it in the rain, or the fact that clustered down under the overhanging cliff behind the berm, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to properly observe anything anyway. I...
THE ELEVENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

THE ELEVENTH NIGHT THIRD PART, 30 Days Has September

I crawled toward where I thought the cliff wall was in the darkness. The rain was unpitying and the drums were driving me insane, as the sound was magnified, bouncing back off of cliff face. All of a sudden, I was out of the rain and the jungle floor turned into a...
THE ELEVENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

THE ELEVENTH NIGHT SECOND PART, 30 Days Has September

I finished the letter home. It wasn’t my best work because I kept nodding off. Nodding off but not sleeping. I nodded through the letter, forgetting about what I was going to tell my wife, instead going into detail about how much Casey reminded me of Kramer, the major at the Basic School who’d hated me.

THE ELEVENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

THE ELEVENTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

There was no hooch for Captain Casey. The remnants of his tent lay scattered about the sand, a testament to the power of the Chicom 82mm mortar rounds that had impacted, taking Billings life with them. Only Billings’ bloody poncho survived, along with some items from...
THE ELEVENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days has September

THE ELEVENTH DAY THIRD PART, 30 Days has September

“There’s a lesson to be learned from this and I’ve learned it oh so well,” was coming out of any number of small radio speakers when we marched across the perimeter and into the temporary encampment Captain Casey referred to as his command post. I walked in the lead...