THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VI

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter VI

The front hubs on the Bronco had obviously never been turned before. It took all the strength I had in my wrists to slowly move the hubs a hundred and eighty degrees. Finally, they were turned. I got back in the Bronco, backed up, and faced the six-foot-high berm of...
THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

THE COWARDLY LION, Volume Two, Chapter V

Chapter V Chief Murray and I stood, looking at the specially equipped and painted Boeing 707, with a big American flag painted brilliantly on the vertical part of its tail, until Kissinger, Haldeman, and Ehrlichman disappeared into its side door. The plane was called...
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...