How many times had she rescued it? She'd lost
count. It seemed that every year since she'd gotten it, it had dwindled
down to nothing and she'd had to give it a serious haircut to get it
going again. It would, almost overnight, grow lush and full only to
start dwindling and drooping again with no warning. How often she had
looked at it, remembering, or drawing comfort from its upright eager
vines that never seemed to quit. Poor Charlie, she thought. How many
more times can I hack away at you like this and expect you to live?
Anyhow, I took the sergeant up on the deal he offered. After
three months with the 101st in Dak To and Tuy Hoa, I was sent on a
temporary duty assignment (TDY) near the DMZ to learn field station
operations from the 8th Radio Research Unit at Trai Bac Station in Phu
Bai. From there it was off to Pleiku where we worked first in support of
the 25th Infantry Division and later the newly arrived 4th Infantry
Division.
He stutters
a bit and is silent as his truck slows down to ten miles per hour. Amery
hands a knife to Skip, who puts it next to his groin area. The car
stops, they both are thinking, looking at one another, their eyes are
not blinking, you can see the hairs of their eyebrows as if the eye is
attached to it, the lower lip of the eyelid is almost stuck to the
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Once there, Teddie stashed his bike in the storage shed
and they mounted the front steps of their new apartment together. She
fumbled in her pocket for the key, her hands shaking, some part of her
expecting to see the man in his big
buy vacuum
truck pull up
at any minute. He doesn't even know you're gone, she thought, and
finally found the key. To digress a bit, I need to tell you that Sgt. Grace lied. First,
the language I was assigned to study was Vietnamese. Second, after going
through the 101st Airborne Division's jungle combat school in Phan Rang,
I was assigned to the 1st Brigade, a reactionary unit. I joined them in
Dak To, and early the next morning was flown out to join an artillery
battery in what was called "Operation Eagle Bait". Didn't take long to
find out we were the bait, and Charlie was the eagle. The objective was
to tempt the Viet Cong into attacking us, then bring in an assault wave
of Huey's loaded with infantry, and wipe the enemy out. What I quickly
discovered is that there is nothing in the world comparable to the first
night you are brought out of a deep sleep by M-60 machine gun fire. I know that $20,900 is a goodly sum of money, but in 13 years we
more than doubled our money. And that is looking at just the financial
aspect of it. The many wonderful hours we had working on something
together that we both love, you can't even put a price tag on
that. It's hard to do anything. It's hard to button your pants or brush
your teeth, let alone jump off a three-story building into a pad. This
movie was the most physical thing I've ever had to do, and I had to do
it with a broken hand. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my
life. Constantly having to take hits and fall and run through explosions
and get hit and beat up all day. Aside from my hand, I also got 25
stitches making this movie, in various parts of my body -- stuff that
had nothing to do with my hand.