ECHOES OF NOVEMBER: A TYPICAL DAY IN THE CAMBODIAN JUNGLE

I remember that November in Vietnam. The team was inside the Cambodian jungle on the way to our target. The heavy rain created mud pools wherever we slept. The insect bites quickly became infected, and we taped our broken and swollen fingers together. But we continued until exhaustion overtook us, and even then, we briefly rested and continued.  Any delay could increase the odds of an enemy encounter, so it was best to get the mission over with, regardless of the challenges.

As the dawn broke and light shafted through dense jungle vegetation, I thought of that mythical place eight thousand miles away called America; people were sitting down for a meal, working at an office desk, or in a classroom listening to a teacher. Girls laughed in the bathroom, and boys gossiped about the Elsa with the most prominent front. The radio played the latest hits, and I would do anything to sit in Vinny’s Pizzeria with a slice and a soft drink.  I could mentally taste Mom’s apple pie and cold milk. 

 Turning back was never an option. We remained tired and hungry, and our thirst was all-consuming. By midday, the heat and humidity had reached a hundred. The loads we carried felt double the weight. The air became compressed and thick, making breathing difficult. I inhaled, shook my head, and gave the order to continue.  And that was but another day in Vietnam – the same but different.

 The launch of Vietnam Uncensored looms in the immediate future. I invite you to visit the Vietnam Jerry site to read the first chapter and listen to the NPR radio broadcast of Corporal Cummings’ ghost story. 

 You will become eligible to enjoy the launch discounts and authentic giveaways. All proceeds are to help veterans through the Kaufman Fund. I appreciate your continued support for my writing and remain with best regards.