The Gunny left me with my watery coffee, squatting in the soft-glistening dark. Our company commander was going to the rear to get a silver star, which was no small decoration, or at least it had been discussed that way while I was in training. He was going to get it for something I’d mostly planned and then, with the Gunny’s help, executed. I wasn’t going to the rear for a decoration. No wonder there would never be a medal for saving the kid in the river. I wondered if the captain would be back, or whether there’d be another supply of officers sent in to replace him, and the others who’d not been so fortunate as Casey. And then there was the matter of the grenade. Pilson indicated that I’d thrown it, which was true, but was Pilson’s witnessing of that event, in almost the dead of night, not in fact a near tacit admission that he’d thrown it first? And what would the Gunny do if it was Pilson, his own radio operator before Casey showed up? If it wasn’t Pilson then that left Jurgens, Sugar Daddy or one of their minions. I didn’t trust either, as far as I could throw them.
I tossed the remainder of my cooling liquid, barely recognizable as coffee, into the water flowing by on either side of my boots. How was it that the rain could continue in the heavy volume it was falling? How did that much water stay up in the air long enough and in such overwhelming supply to do that?
Jim, Not sure this one is even a problem, depending on what you are trying to put into our mind’s eye. Welcome home, Dave.
I tossed the remainder of my cooling liquid, barely recognizable as coffee, into the (water flows running by on either side) of my boots. [perhaps () could be (water flowing by both sides)?]
Noted and corrected
Thank you
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim,
Jim, a few things here. Welcome Home, Dave.
And what would the Gunny (do it if) was Pilson, => reverse (it if) in (do it if) to (do, if it)
Even in the dark this ‘run to daylight’ thing should work since nobody can see or hear a damn thing, including them.” => perhaps capitalize ‘run to daylight’ as the plan name.
“I don’t think so,” he said, but that’s not what’s on my mind.” => need leading double quote before but.
I knew that () had to all be terribly funny but I couldn’t laugh. => maybe (it)
Thanks for the help on being one of the editing team. Chuck is all over this…
Semper fi,
Jim
Again many thanks Dave.
Corrected,
Semper fi
Jim
Hello Jim. Interesting read. I have a question and it’s probably a long shot. But do you remember Rittenhouse’s first name. I have a cousin by that last name who was over there as a tunnel rat. He did two tours. He came back state side in the early 70s. I don’t much about him. Just looking for information.
Russel or Nathan. I am not sure Rick, but remember, that name I used, he was a real Marine of the era and served with me as a clerk
later while I waited to medical out…but he neither died nor was he part of the Vietnam company through the story. I have changed names
to protect some of the identities.
Thanks for asking though.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, I am so glad you wrote this stuff down when you did and let it build/fester to reach the time when you decided to write these episodes. I spent about two years with the same 100 Shipmates and sadly, I don’t remember half of their names. One would think that spending that amount of time in a war zone with the same people that you would remember everyone’s name because they would be committed to memory.
I am sure I am not the only one here that says that this would make a great documentary film. I watched the one that was on TV, I believe that men in a war reach deep to decide to make themselves get through each and every event.
Keep writing.
Leo
I remembered all of the men’s names in the company for years. In fact, something I’m not proud to share here,
I used to turn quickly and see them, in a curved line behind me. Just staring back. That finally stopped and I could relax
a bit. The names started to go. I went to a counselor I paid privately because back then you did not want to be in the system for mental
problems (maybe that still holds). He was shocked when I told him I remembered my men’s names. He started writing but then stopped.
It was too much for him. I wonder if it wasn’t too much for me too. But I got through to here and I’m okay. Thanks for the comment and
no, they are not going to make a documentary because the regular public and the producers are never going to believe this shit. It’s not in them.
It don’t mean nuthin.
Semper fi,
Jim
Jim, this is a fantastic, eye opening read. I grew up in the 60’s but never experienced the hell of Vietnam. I have friends that did and not one ever discussed their time there, and I never pushed them to. When will this come out in book form? I want to give a copy to each of my children. When they see pictures of someone weeping in front of the Vietnam Memorial, they need to truly understand what that person is feeling. That is probably not possible, but I think your writing can help us try. Sir, thank you for your service.
Thanks Harold. Did not know it was going to be what it’s become when I pulled the old manuscrpt
from the closet floor. I had forgotten so much of what was in it but the names of so many things cast me back.
Thanks for liking it. The first book “The First Ten Days” will be out sometime this coming week on Amazon…or so
I pray. We are already a full month behind on it but we wanted it to be just right.
Semper fi,
Jim
You should have mentioned to Capt. Casey that Fort Sill is a Army Artillery School!
Thanks Russell. I’m not sure Casey at the time was capable of inputting that data,
much less a whole bunch more relevant shit!
Thanks for the comment.
Semper fi,
Jim
I am enjoying the hell out of this read. It is mesmerizing. Draftee myself Jan. ’68. 11B of course. Did second tour (short – 6 Months) in II Corps out of Kontum province at Camp Holloway with the 170th AHC as door gunner with the Buccaneer platoon(Guns)and have flown over and down into A Shau several times. I have a little knowledge of the topography you describe and am pleased to be able to. Please continue to keep many of us spellbound. Chris Greening
Man, now that’s a resume. I can see you sitting on the side of that chopper, facing out and into the wind.
Sweeping down that valley, running from north to south…knowing that there are some Army and Marines down there
just loving you while the enemy sees too and cowers. those were the days and the times….my friend… and brother…
thanks for the air, many…
Semper fi,
Jim
James,
Thanx for your reply to my comment. It pleased me much. I know you survived and that pleases me the most. Live long, live well. Be well. Chris G
Thank you Chris. Yeah, I made it. How could that be? It simply was not possible, and hence one more of those many
seeming coincidences I’ve been unable to explain away using physics or probability theory. God. Was it God? And if it was, then why?
Here I am, just as you remember me, and I’m not up on that wall because I went and looked, and then checked the register down near the end
to make sure. Thanks for writing and thanks for still caring.
Semper fi, for all the guys who never really got to come home…to make it.
Jim
Even if Rittenhouse gets back to the world in 1 piece, he will pay forever. Thank the good Lord I never even thought real hard about doing something like that. I think every one had it as a passing thought but we kept it in its place, far away.
Mike. I think it happened a whole lot more than any of us thought, even at the time.
What with the combat survival mindset it was extremely difficult to form and maintain
tribal behavior that extended all the way out to company size. Different times, conditions,
and even project transition was changing everything all the time…and there is no motivator
greater than fear…which was running rampant…
Semper fi,
JIm
Never had anyone frag our officers… though a few should have been…read one time that the reason we were out in the bush most of the time was that they kept the trouble makers on the hill away from the grunts that were dependable…didn’t want them influansing the other..wish I would have known that then..I would have been one trubble making fool…walked point and was a tunnel rat… B Co 1/7 quang Nam Provence 69/70… tried to get me to reup several times… but couldn’t guarantee me another year… mad E5 in 8 months ,, combat promotions…new if I was to be state side I would be busted back to privet in a few months…wasn’t a good spitshine Marine
Thanks Bill, for some of your won time over there. Funny how things could all change with
the unit, place and time of where we were. Appreciate hearing about some of your own and your contribution while there.
Semper fi,
Jim
Thank you Jim for your excellent story telling and sharing memories which no doubt are many times difficult to dredge up.
I’m amazed how “well” the company actually functioned, while you were always kept on the outside looking in. The veil was lifted just enough for you to be able to utilize your skills it seems.
I check my email every day, you have created a monster.
Thanks for being there all the time. I wish life did not so infringe on the writing process
but in order to have friends and family many times the writing must wait.
They do not understand, either most of the text I put down in the story
or the fact that writing it is so exclusionary and then coming down from it has strange effects too.
Thank you for wanting more and having patience…
Semper fi,
Jim
Must be difficult to go one place in your head to write this honest, emotional,compelling material and then go about your normal life without completely closing the first door. Can’t wait to read it all again in the book(s) but also enjoy the suspense as you release each chapter.
Yes, you hit it exactly. Thirteenth Day comes up tonight and I had a tough time with
that one as i attempt to stay factual and I didn’t do the greatest job on that 12th night.
Hard to configure that in the correct way and then not feel bad about the result all these years
later. be easier to write 100% fiction!
Thanks for caring and for this comment…
Semper fi,
Jim
Never feel guilty for being a survivor. You were not only fighting the North Vietnamese but trying to save all of the soldiers around you, some of which had become the enemy with in.