I huddled in what I had come to consider my cave, a dry place in a wet world of drizzling misery. The bottom of the cave, although consisting of sandy dirt rather than stone, like its walls, was mildly dusty from going many years without being touched by outside...
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...
Journaling Reflections of the Coronavirus (CIVID19) Pandemic 2020 April 11, 2020 And the beat goes on. I am sorry to report, although you’ve no doubt read or heard it elsewhere, that Michigan has banned home to home visits, travel to cottages or even visiting...
Puff came in for the third time, orbiting Hill 975 and pouring what seemed to look like liquid fire into the mountain, while it sounded for all the world like the place was being chewed up with a giant out of control chainsaw. The way the big cargo plane tilted and...
First light was almost upon us. I peered around the left edge of the ammo box. What I saw told me that there would be no more pawing around through the supplies dropped by the choppers in the dead of night. Through the misty rain, and what was left of the gently...