This Chapter is dedicated to Jim Flynn
The entire mess of paperwork that transferred the GTO to Slate and the 1969 Volkswagen bug to me took almost an hour. The Volkswagen was brought out from the back of the dealership and parked for me to drive. The GTO had disappeared and I somehow knew that I was never again to see it on this planet. The Volkswagen was slow in acceleration. It was also slow in top speed, hitting only eighty-one miles per hour on the freeway, as I took the thing home. I also realized that the car was fun to drive. Shifting up through the gears, not worrying about the revolutions of the engine because the instrument panel of the car had no tachometer. I had the temporary base pass that was good for a few more days and I was happy that I hadn’t bothered to get a permanent sticker or I’d be doing that all over again because of changing cars. The speed limit on the freeway was seventy and the Volks could do eighty-one, which was close enough. No problem, the way I saw it.
The furniture was stunning. The Volkswagen was pretty terrific too, for what it was. There was no question that Bart Abrate knew his business and Slate had come through pretty well at the dealership too. My wife was overjoyed and Julie always happy about everything. The only real problem I had, other than a severe shortage of money, was the Marine Corps. The look in Major Stewart’s eyes had not been missed by me. It was a look from the past. It was a look from Sugar Daddy or Jurgens back in the valley. It was a look of death.
Great read, Sir.
The saga of your roller coaster ride in the Marine Corp continues.
When you wrote of the racial trouble/riots that you might have to deal with as OOD, I envisioned if there WAS trouble, you would probably just go in and light up the place with your 45–and I grinned from ear to ear when you related that that is exactly what you did.
I am sure having to write about your brother’s death and funeral was a bittersweet part for you to do.
Others commented that they thought this was your very best chapter, and it certainly was a doozy. If not the best, certainly near the top!
To double my reading pleasure, I actually went back and re-read this chapter. Can’t wait until you get the next episode up to see what you have gotten yourself into next…
Where is Jackman going to take you?
What IS RPS school?
Might your next CO be friend or foe (new or old)?
Thanks for sharing your captivating story.
Wishing you the best, Jim.
Chapter XXVII should be published 11-19
Your questions might be answered, Walter.
Thanks for your support. Share this story with friends.
Semper fi
Jim
Thanks for the excellent read. I was at Pendleton 68-69, Camp Horno. No race issues in my unit, or during liberty in San Diego and Los Angeles. Hung out with my Black Panther and Brown Beret brothers at the NCO club. We knew what was going on outside base, but kept our brotherhood in tact. Met my wife at the NCO Club,1968, and we’re still married.
Really enjoy your stories and their progress. When you come to Nor Cal let me know. We can have dinner and relax over some innocuous conversation.
The only other racial strife I saw at Pendleton was in sitting on several court boards of judging officers. It seemed to me that almost all the charges proferred
were against black Marines. Finally, they would not pick me to serve anymore because I would not find any Marine coming back from the Nam guilty of anything.
Semper fi, and thanks for your comments about your own services.
Jim
I was at ITR in early ’64 right after boot camp, then again in early ’66 prior to deploying as they tried to teach us what to look for in country , booby traps,etc., as the “instructors” of various ranks had been there. Never really liked Pendelton but it was close to home at the time. Do not recall any racial strife in either “visit” there.
However after about 10 months in country I did notice an uptick in that issue, probably because alot of the FNGs had encountered it Stateside before enjoying the land of Charlie.
Outstanding chapter James, but OMG I have tears in my eyes from laughing at how you handled being the OOD that night !!! 🙂 Peace and quiet followed throughout the area !!
Made it through last week with some help from my friends, pray you did as well.
Please keep on sharing, I and I believe many others look forward to it.
SEMPER Fi
The relatively few occasions where I resorted to violence occurred mostly when I was just back from and out of the hospital, thank God.
The times back then were less ‘accountable’ and less observed, not to mention less draconian in punishment. Thanks for your comments about
your own service and time.
Also your compliments. Much appreciated.
Semper fi,
Jim
apparently your style of “crazy” was much more common than you realize, brother! I came home after 18 months and had a hell of a time getting my “stuff” together for decades. I was army and never wounded other than tiny pieces of shrapnel that weren’t worth reporting. god bless you sir!! you help the rest of us wackos get on with our lives
Thanks Guy for the compliment. I can’t recall ever seeing shrap damage too small to be worth reporting! Classic cool vet shit and I doff my hat to you.
Not that I had much choice. Like we knew much about all that at the time anyway. Small injuries incapable of being reported at the time don’t make it these days at the VA.
Thanks for the comment and telling a bit of your own background.
Semper fi,
Jim
A fitting end to the first book in the Cowardly Lion series but somehow I get that uneasy feeling that a horsefly is about to land in your pie before it’s all over ? Things just never go smoothly for you do they ?
Well, Chuck, you must define ‘smoothly’ and no matter how you define it for that time, place and situation, it’s going to be messy.
Thanks for the comment and for being here through the whole odyssey.
Semper fi, my friend,
JIm
When you blasted the ceiling with the .45 I couldn’t help it with a big shit eating grin!
I never though much about the likely damage until much later. I wonder now how they
internalized that and simply moved on. Today, the analytics and followup reports would be endless.
Semper fi,
Jim
Slight miss. Corps instead of Crops, unless I’m to young to catch the meaning.
Gy W
“This fitness report,” he said, leaning back in the chair. “This won’t work. You being in this battalion, that won’t work either. You have six months left in the Crops, probably, as they are holding a medical board that I can’t fathom you might pass.
Forgot to paste.
Thanks Michael, I got the correction worked in…thanks to men like you writing in here to help me.
Semper fi,
Jim
Nah, it was a simple mistake in typing, and hard to catch on re-rereading. Thanks for the help.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another excellent chapter LT.
If I may be so bold as to identify a typo. In the section where the Colonel is in Craig’s office talking about the fitness report, “You have six months left in the Corps.” Corps is misspelled as “Crops” That’s probably why it escaped your spell check.
Semper Fi
WC
Yes, that blew right by spellcheck and me, of course. Thanks for the help and fixed now.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another excellent chapter LT.
If I may be so bold as to identify a typo. In the section where the Colonel is in Craig’s office talking about the fitness report, “You have six months left in the Corps.” Corps is misspelled as “Crops” That’s probably why it escaped your spell check.
Semper Fi
WC
Thanks for the compliment William and for the correction, which I fixed now thanks to people like you.
Semper fi,Jim
Fantastic chapter LT! Your conduct to break up the race riot. Classic! Wish I had thought of that! Se per fi Sir, and Happy Thanksgiving!
In today’s world I’d be in jail, or worse. I had a hard time coming home and letting go of those tools that has stood me so well.
How can one ever go to bed again and not feel the warm, but cold, comfort of that Cold .45 under the pillow?
Semper fi,
Jim
I’m glad you’re back up to snuff it seems. Aging is not for sissies. Once again thank you for an engaging read.
Thanks Tim, for the great compliment and for writing on this site at all. Means a ton to me
as I persevere now and finishing the last chapter and moving into those strange Nixonian times.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you Sir, for continuing to help us understand ..
Chrly, that’s what I so hope I am doing with this chain of never-ending (seemingly) stories about what happened back in those days
and nights. Thanks for the thanks.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you. I did not realize how much I missed your story and writing style, very glad to read this chapter and looking forward to the book. I always buy three copies, one for me and one for each son-in-law. Is there a plan yet to preorder?
Yes, order now from me at 507 Broad Street in Lake Geneva, WI 53147 and you will get one of the first copies of the book.
Semper fi,
Jim
In October of 1968 after returning from Vietnam, I was assigned to Ft Belvior. A military plane had crashed across the river from Davison Army Airfield at Ft Belvior, with no survivors. I had put that out of my memory until I read about your brother. I saw the remains of that aircraft.
I went to the crash site but they would not let me close. I went to the morgue and they showed me my brother’s class graduation ring. It was rushed in half. They showed me a quarter, bent in half and said that I would be better off not viewing the remains. I followed their advice.
Thanks most sincerely for you comment and being there. Semper fi,
Jim
Hi, I would like to order my book today. How do get the payment to you?
Thank you, Craig Franklin
Thanks Craig. You can send the payment to PayPal (antaresproductions@gmail.com email address for payment once you’re on PayPal) or you can
send a check to me at 507 Broad Street, Lake Geneva, WI, 53147. My phone is 2625815300 if you need to reach me.
Semper fi,
Jim
Just read the chapter. I was never a Marine but I was in combat in Vietnam as a Helicopter gunner. Then again in Panama in 89 as an AC130 gunner and yet again in Desert Storm. However in Vietnam, Bien Hoa 1969 I was injured. Not wounded, injured. I was leaving the Airman’s Club and walked right into a group of black airmen. I did not get far as someone took umbrage with my color. A fist came from my right rear and downward. It broke my jaw in two spots and cracked it in another. The next day I was in hospital at Long Binh. I was in a ward with wounded army. I saw the horrors of men broken and trying to rebuild. Soon I was sent to the PI, Clark AB for 2 months to recover, then back to Bien Hoa. At Clark I saw no racial strife as had happened at Bien Hoa. The Bien Hoa experience taught me that logic makes no connection to reality. I had never had a problem with blacks, and none since. But the pot boiled over and I was one of the recipients of the hot water.
Jesus Christ! Man o man, did you go through the strangest of grinders and life experience. There was so little of rationality that went on in that situation. I am sorry you were so needlessly hurt.
I was at least shot in combat, which mattered not one whit back then. Now, as an aging vet I can take some comfort in that, but also laugh it. We went through levels, circles and degrees of hell, and all of us cam out of it,
those living, as brother. Thank you brother… for you story here and you compliment in writing it.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, as I was reading your episode at the Barack’s remembered the comment we would make in Vietnam. What are going to do send us to Vietnam? You got there attention without every speaking a word. Their appears to be a dark cloud that is following you.
Yes, there was indeed a dark cloud and I was never sure whether I was building and causing it to flow with and over me
or that it was brought there by other forces. Thanks for pointing that out.
Semper fi,
Jim
Another great chapter. Again, sorry for the loss of your brother. Hopefully, the major got a good ass chewing at least, but somehow I doubt it happened. That could be the reason you were told to stay away from him.
From the 1st chapter of 30 DAYS it is understood seeing some of your “sleeping dragons” awaken. Often we can fight our deamons during the day but when they come at night it is much more difficult. It took a couple years before my wife of 51 years came to grips with me getting up in the middle of the night, drinking coffee and smoking before going into another room. She still doesn’t understand why, just that it is best.
I’m guessing my paperback copies of the 1st and 2nd 30 Days are not coming back. Also, if there is a hardback of the 3rd 30 I need that as well.
SEnd me an email with your address and I will send the copies out to you just as soon as I get the email. I had some health issues and the list of people ordering got screwed up.
Semper fi, and thanks ever so much for the patience and waiting for me to get with the program!
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you, email sent!
Thanks JRW, most appreciated,
Semper fi,
Jim
now I see why it was so had for you to write this chapter, God bless you James, keep writing, I understand my brother in law better now ( Marines 67-68 Viet nam wounded twice ) I use to not like him, but now I see why he is like he is
The immensity of losing my brother, right then, at that point, is almost beyond describing.
I never again saw him in my vision of my Marines lost. I liken that Band of Brothers show where they are all at the church and
the list of who made it and who didn’t creates the men and them dissolves them as they fade into death. I added my brother to my ‘brotherhood of the lost’
but it never fully worked that way. Just how much emotional pain are we supposed to be able to endure?
Semper fi,
Jim
and thanks for that incisive comment.
James, I have read every word and every line from the beginning and I have a feeling you could write for the next five years and not tell the complete story of things that happened to you in the early years. So much for one man..Good bless..
Thanks for writing and also for the compliment inherent in your effort. Lots of trials and tribulations, true, but those were vitally developmental times and it was interesting and dangerous to live through them.
Semper fi,
Jim
As a DUSTOFF medic I consider myself lucky that I stumbled onto this story of yours. I doubt that there’s any verbal arguments that can compete with the 45 Colt. I carried one until the idiots making decisions for us unlucky bastards that it would be better for us to have a damn 38 revolver. Not near as comforting. I have appreciated every chapter and will sadly miss reading them. 🇺🇸😎🚁
.45 Colt. Close range, right there and always read to go. Like a mini version of the wondrous Thompson, which was too big and heavy for an officer to carry into combat.
thanks for the interesting and accurate note.
Semper fi,
JIm
Damn it LT you just can’t catch a break and yet at the same time you get the breaks when you need them. Good chapter. I never saw the race war in Viet Nam. Our unit was so small and tight any race problems would have been squashed immediately! When I got to 1st Med I still never saw any race problems. Glad I missed that. Again good chapter and glad you are back. I would think writing this would awaken many sleeping dragons but then again talking about them is how we get rid of them. I hope you had a good USMC Birthday and will have a good Thanksgiving.
The breaks will come, as waves in a surf set come, but one must sit on one’s proverbial ‘board and wait for them.
Wiat and read on…as things do indeed change, and never forget that God fave me Mary and Julie to hold me together.
Semper fi,
Jim
Welcome back Sir and thank you for another awesome chapter.
thanks for the great compliment Paul.
Semper fi,
Jim
“Sleeping dragons,” how one has to be a part of that continuiing odyssey of life to know to use it.
Semper fi,
Jim
Sir
The 1911 magazine holds 7 rounds and one in the pipe. when you said you fired all 6 rounds did you not have a full magazine?
Great writing sir!
USAF 360 TEWS, Tan Son Nhut AB RVSN ’72
I always loaded five in the magazine and one in the chamber, kept on safe, with hammer back.
Ihe Cold, factory, with factory ammunition, has a tendency not to feed the next round if six are loaded into the
magazine. An armorer can fix that by polishing the magazine tang but there’s no experts out there in the field.
Just stick to the habit, as if I need more than six rounds I’m not nearly as good as I think and thought I am.
Semper fi,
Jim
Terrific
thanks for the outstanding compliment, all in one word!
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you James🇺🇸
You are most welcome Mike, and I hope you like the next segment as much!
semper fi,
Jim
Thank you LT. Your writing is helping so many of us face demons we’ve kept buried for a long time. Each chapter helps us resolve what we have not had to understand about ourselves for years. ” The grief seemed magnified by all the Marines I’d lost just such a short time ago, making their appearance at the very edges of my consciousness.
I was seeing things, I knew, from a brutal and extended loss of sleep, but the Marines were there nevertheless. I could feel what I didn’t actually see.” Do any of us handle death as if we didn’t have the experiences that molded us during our time ‘in country’?
Thanks so much
Semper fi,
Bob