Chapter one of my upcoming book chronicling my tour of duty in Vietnam
Tonight we heard Charley is going to hit Bravo squad when we cross the Meh Jong River. At least that's what Rodriguez said. Damn, I don't know what to believe in anymore - yesterday they said they were going to strike us over the Black Treacle ridge but they didn't. Fucking paranoia man, I don't know what to believe in anymore.... didn't I just say that?
What was that? I heard a sound over by the bank, Conner is telling me to check it out - why do I always have to check it out? Probably nothing, but if it is something it will mean the death of me. I know it. I've been telling myself every day, today is the day I die. But oh god, I'm not ready. Not with Melanie at home,
oh I miss her. I hope my buddy Patrick is taking care of her, I know I can trust him. He's my best friend after all, and he promised me a job when I get back at his dad's furniture store.
Oh shit - I swear I hear them dirty Vietcong whispers over there, must be a trap. Hey, isn't this river the border with Cambodia? Or was it that last river we crossed? Whatever it was I know we're someplace we're not welcome.
"Hey O'Dooley! I'll trade you a six pack when we get back to Shrangi-la for a cigarette now!"
"Go fuck yourself Harroldson!" I yell, that fucking Irish man always promises a six pack for everything, but he never owns up.
If I get out of here, things are going to be different with Melanie, I know it. If only I get out of here.
What was that? I heard a sound over by the bank, Conner is telling me to check it out - why do I always have to check it out? Probably nothing, but if it is something it will mean the death of me. I know it. I've been telling myself every day, today is the day I die. But oh god, I'm not ready. Not with Melanie at home,
oh I miss her. I hope my buddy Patrick is taking care of her, I know I can trust him. He's my best friend after all, and he promised me a job when I get back at his dad's furniture store.
Oh shit - I swear I hear them dirty Vietcong whispers over there, must be a trap. Hey, isn't this river the border with Cambodia? Or was it that last river we crossed? Whatever it was I know we're someplace we're not welcome.
"Hey O'Dooley! I'll trade you a six pack when we get back to Shrangi-la for a cigarette now!"
"Go fuck yourself Harroldson!" I yell, that fucking Irish man always promises a six pack for everything, but he never owns up.
If I get out of here, things are going to be different with Melanie, I know it. If only I get out of here.
2 Comments:
Cool!
By John Shannon, at 24/8/04 1:11 PM
Well, it's tough opening up this dark past of mine. I certainly don't talk about it around my wife, but I know she can't help notice me waking up in the middle of the night with the cold shakes yelling "run for cover!".
This is finally offering an outlet to purge all the demons in me. I tell you, I'm not sure if anyone has ever told you - but 'Nam was hell!
By Brad, at 24/8/04 1:19 PM
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