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Maybe It Still Is

Posted by admin on January 1, 2020 in Birds, Musings, Remembrances, Travel, Vietnam War, Writing |

I climbed up there and demanded to be part of the action, and he complied. He wasn’t excited about it, but in the spirit, I suppose, of brotherhood and Semper Fi, he handed me the rifle. Its cold stock felt like manna in my hands.

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But I Won’t

Posted by admin on December 31, 2019 in Musings, Remembrances, Travel, Vietnam War, Writing |

We rolled up in poncho liners and donned ponchos, but soaked to the marrow of my backbone, I began to shiver, and then I began to shake and my teeth chattered so hard, I feared the enemy could hear them.

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