Thirty Days Has September, Third Ten Days

Welcome to “30 Days Has September, The Third 10 Days” by James Strauss.

If you are looking to start at the beginning of this Vietnam war story, head to “30 Days Has September” and catch up. (Warning: once you start reading this account of James’ time in Vietnam as a Marine Lieutenant, you will likely have a hard time stopping!) If you’re coming from the First and Second Ten Days, you can continue reading below.

This is a sampling of the kind of feedback being generated for this riveting Vietnam story:

Just want to let you know, I bought the first 30 days book and read it in two days. I was able to read the 2nd ten days online and I will be purchasing it when it is out in print edition. Looking forward to the last 10 days as well and will do the same when that book is published. Thank you and all the rest that served. CHUCK G

 

 

I’m caught up in your story. A real eye-opener. I’m a counselor, and my interviews with Marine vets lend credence to your story. I’m ready to go to the next ten days. When I find the book, I’m ordering it. BILL W.

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THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY, 30 Days Has September

The sounds of the Bong Song’s nearby rushing waters, the whap whap whap of the descending chopper’s supersonic blade-tips rotating, and the rest of the valley background sounds all faded into non-existence, as four Skyraiders came down the valley from the north, no...

THE TWENTY-SECOND DAY, 30 Days Has September

Corporal Mike Riorden was the Ontos Commander, although everyone called him Rio, like the city because his roots were from somewhere down in South America. The Ontos crew loved the Ontos, and I was almost certain their love had little to do with the machine’s armor or...

TWENTY-SECOND NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

I stared at Jurgens, waiting for an apology I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear, and damned well knew I didn’t want to accept. The man was the epitome of a phrase I’d never used in my lifetime and had only heard about in occasional passing while I was in college. White...

TWENTY THIRD DAY, 30 Days Has September

I scrambled, slid and crabbed my way through the low growing debris spread like small islands of living flora all over the mud flat I was trapped on. The NVA gunners had opened up high or were trying to take out the Ontos instead of shooting at a few scavengers trying...

TWENTY-FOURTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

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...

TWENTY-FIFTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

The only 25 series radio military occupational specialty in the company, not already serving one of the platoon commanders, was Hultzer. The only thing I knew about him was that he had been assigned to one of the Project Hundred Thousand privates sent in by special...

THE TWENTY-FIFTH NIGHT, 30 Days Has September

Captain Carruthers settled into one side of my cleft, which wasn’t really wide enough to have two sides, but he wedged himself in anyway. There were clefts like my own up and down under the folded rock and he could, with his rank, have stayed in any one of them, but I...

THE TWENTY-SIXTH DAY, 30 Days Has September

A cacophony of open combat fire sent me as deep into the jungle floor as I could get. The sound was pure small arms fire, which at close range, with the Marines around me firing outward, didn’t sound so small. I crawled forward, eventually running into the feet, legs,...