Have Words Will Write
Sgt Psycho
The man told he could not, but far more than he imagined.
Flanked by two MPs on either side, Sgt. Collins could not understand why they stopped six feet from the back door to the morgue. “We stop here.” One MP said. “You are to go through that door and take the second door to your right.” Sgt. Collins shuffled past several dead soldiers in body bags …
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Already nervous about his Sergeant, it didn’t help when Mick heard the sound of explosions going off in the direction where Sgt. Collins and two of the squad members went. Mick’s two tours in Vietnam had taught him not to trust any Vietnamese walking on the road by himself. Vietnamese alone requesting help often meant …
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“There is our ride home.” Sgt. Collins said, pointing to the two jeeps. “Are you suggesting that we steal the Colonel’s jeeps?” Mick asked. “The Colonel told me to use available resources in getting back to Da Nang. Those two jeeps, I see as available resources.” Sgt. Collins left his squad and approached the tall …
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Sgt. Collins shook his head the whole time he watched C4 board the Huey. It reminded him more of an old movie with the Keystone Cops than of a disciplined group of trained soldiers. When C4 exited the Huey, it was a little better. At least none of them broke a leg jumping out of …
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Sgt. Collins walked across the airfield at Da Nang and into the building known as Central Command North. He stiffened in expectation of a battle of words before knocking on Capt. Phillips’ door. It doesn’t matter the reason; any kid who gets called to the principal’s office will have butterflies flying around in his stomach. …
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Sgt. Collins looked down at his watch and back at his men. “Did any of you have lunch?” “Are you kidding?” Mick snapped. “Peanut butter on stale bread is not a meal by any stretch of the imagination.” “Well, let’s take a little hike.” Sgt. Collins motioned toward the front door. “The mess hall won’t …
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Sgt. Collins felt awkward and alone as he walked to the mess hall with a cigar hanging from his mouth. Other soldiers eyed him, for he was next to the last to go through the mess hall line. Sgt. Collins didn’t take out his cigar as he approached the table where a lonely private was …
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Standing in the doorway of the hooch, he felt at odds with himself. Over the past few months, he has changed identities. Born and raised as Curtis Mathis. The only way he could fulfill his dream of getting in the military, he took on the identity of Carl Daniels. What set him on this confusing …
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The nurse put an ace bandage on Capt. Phillips’ wrist. Otherwise, he only had a few minor cuts and bruises. He was given a driver to take him back to Central Command North. Another nurse put five stitches in the new Sgt. Collins shoulder and bandaged it. She then made the comment, “You’re lucky. Since …
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A warm feeling of satisfaction filled Carl’s insides. He had achieved the first real ambitious dream he ever had. He stood in a remote village of Vietnam as a member of a military squad doing good. His squad just delivered needed supplies to a forward base. They were waiting for the arrival of two children …
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