THIRTY DAYS HAS SEPTEMBER has ended, AND THE STORY PROCEEDS…

The “The Cowardly Lion” is in progress

The Cowardly Lion is what the survivor of the novels had to become in appearance and presentation in order to return home from becoming Junior and survive in a culture where none of the tools he used so effectively to control life around him and survive had any applicability.

Those actions he learned created habit patterns that had to be shed like a snake’s molting skin.

The criminal punishments and social abandonment the American culture dispenses on people who use violence to accomplish their goals or even survival are draconian in nature. The tools, the habit patterns, and predatory behavior Junior had grown to become part of had to be abandoned, although never forgotten.
To discover what happened to the companies of Marines and Junior himself the book The Cowardly Lion must be read from beginning to end.

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THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter I

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter I

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter I The words “stay with us” burned their way into my consciousness, as I fought to comprehend the awful condition of my body and even my state of existence on the planet. The words kept repeating, as I tried to see through a distorted return...

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter II

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter II

I awoke in bits and pieces. I blinked my eyes up at the ceiling, which was made of some strange greenish plaster, with light bulbs swinging slightly from wires hanging vertically down. I realized, hazily, that I was in some sort of hard-roofed tent. I tried to move my...

The Cowardly Lion, Chapter III

The Cowardly Lion, Chapter III

I.C.U. was nothing more or less than a long single room with three beds in it. There were no windows, no television set, but, I noted as I was wheeled in, there was the ubiquitous large clock mounted on the wall over the doubled doors that had split down the center to...

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter IV

THE COWARDLY LION, Chapter IV

The room was silent, as the three colonels shifted and arranged papers in their laps. The major held up a single sheet of thick paper and began to read, as the staff sergeant readied her hands over a small electronic device that sat on the tiny top shelf of her...

The Cowardly Lion,  Chapter XXVII

The Cowardly Lion, Chapter XXVII

Craig and I rode in his 1960 Pontiac Bonneville Convertible.  He’d driven in and picked me up outside my apartment, as he lived at the bachelor officer’s quarters on the base.  We didn’t drive from there in silence, but we drove without talking.  The Bonneville’s...