6th September 2006
A quiet night. The sun piercing my eyes through the hospital tent disturbed an already disturbed nights sleep. They brought in 16 more last night. The damn Viet cong hit a patrol 3 miles from Da Nang. They never saw it coming. Sub terrain mines and grenades from the trees. Damn you Charlie, Damn you. I am not even sure why we're here anymore. Sure, we are "liberators". But liberating what from who in where and at what time with what and where to get the what. And when we get the what, where do we put it? We sure as hell can't carry it. We have enough carrying the dead and injured from yet another suicide patrol on Big Mac Hill.
Maybe it is the sickness talking. Maybe I am getting the jungle madness. Maybe I am tired. Maybe, I just wanna know, how your garden grows. But I just wanna fly. This is no holiday brochure oasis. Maybe I just wanna go home. But what is at home for a soldier like me? No thanks, no repsect, just a crumby job delivering crumby parcels as the Army forgets about the hell we have endured, fighting in this god forsaken jungle in the name of Uncle Sam. No one will care that I am stricken with Typhoid. No one will care that I will never be able to own a back yard with a white picket fence without seeing Charlie hiding in every cherry tree. Damn you Charlie. Damn you to hell!
I got a letter yesterday, from Susan. Through the fever and sweats and vomitting, I felt alive. She is doing well, back in Oklahoma. I drank in every word as if they would replace the water that my body is rejecting every second. She told me Mom is ok, that she still works for the gentlemans club "Legs Akimbo". I ain't too sure what kind of club that is, but it brings in good money, so Susan said. Then I read it. Like a kick in the stomach. " I (Susan) am doing well and keeping busy. I have married your brother, you know, the one with the squinty eye that avoided conscription. I figured that with so many soldiers not coming back, you probably wouldn't. I hope you don't mind." The only thing that was keeping me going through the flies, heat, amnesia and flies and heat of this living hell has been snatched away from me. Time for me to fight. Yeah, I might be weak from the Typhoid, but I got a date with revenge. Bad thing for Charlie is......I can't reach my squinty eyed brother. Look out Charlie, Look out.
Bowel check = Slippers
Maybe I am a little bored of being stuck in this hotel room.
3 Comments:
aww, bless..
bowel check = slippers?? you didn't shit in them did you??!! lol!!
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