JR.
Part I
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Bobby
knew the horrible way he’d be killed if he were caught, but he chose to stay
with Victor.
“I
don’t think you can take this pal,” Victor said.
“After
today man, I don’t give a fuck!”
Victor
gave him a smile. “Okay, we’ll see. Start taking off all your clothes.”
Night
fell as both men stripped, then crawled to the pit
where the chopped bodies of the Green Berets were. All Victor had was his magnum and a flare
gun. Bobby had only his bayonet.
They
situated their bodies in the pit with the dead, allowing the dead to camouflage
them.
That
whole night Bobby couldn’t believe what was happening. But he knew it was real because there was
blood dripping through his nostril and it wasn’t his!
He
wished he had some heroin like Victor had in him! Victor just laid there as though it were an
everyday occurrence. They remained
motionless all that night and part of the next morning.
Suddenly
they heard a noise, and as it got louder, they saw three choppers coming in
with food for the villagers.
Bobby
thought he felt the movement of a severed arm in front of his face. It was Victor moving as he took his flare gun
and fired it at one of the huts. Charlie
thought it was a rocket from the chopper and started firing at them. The choppers took off as fast as they could.
Charlie
lost this time!
As
Victor and Bobby laid with the dead till nightfall,
they heard Charlie butcher the rest of the villagers. Charlie had to take it
out on somebody! He had failed!
As
the darkness took over, Bobby and Victor crept out of the pit, with blood and
guts covering them. They were very
quiet, each with his own thoughts. Nothing was said till they found a camp, then
Victor spoke, “Even Charlie wouldn’t lay with the dead.” Victor laughed at this, but Bobby didn’t
think it was funny.
When
the guards at the Green Beret camp saw the two naked, bloodied men, they were
shocked! They realized they were
Americans and let them enter.
Victor
talked to the major about the Green Berets that were butchered and gave the
location.
The
major put his head down. The victims
were his men!
When
Victor finished his report, all the major said was,
“If you ever need a job, I’ll hire you.”
Victor gave him a smile.
The
major saw to it that both men got cleaned up and had a chopper fly them back to
their camp.
Once
again the information was sent into headquarters by the major. Again Capt. Carter was complimented on his
two brave soldiers who had saved a few choppers.
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About the Book
Jr. accepts the phrase, “A man alone on an island.” Jr. is the man who pushes every living thing away from him. But, he picks the wrong island. Vietnam has too many things going in it. His hatred develops into love; the love evolves into damnation.
Jr. Part I exposes a side of war no one wants to think about. Jr., a.k.a. Victor Wolf, is a Native American warrior fighting for his country in an unpopular war. His childhood torments haunt him. Victor Wolf must assume leadership or he and his friends will not survive. Victor Wolf becomes a machine, using any and all tactics to complete his missions. The machine cannot be disassembled and repaired. Men die, but the nightmares survive.
Other stories in the continuing saga of Jr.'s life include:
-Jr. Smiled, which traces his early life,
-Jr. Part I Men Die, Nightmares Survive, which follows him to war,
-Jr. Part II You Can't Live Forever, in which Jr. returns to Chicago to challenge his roots,
-Jr. Lied Perception or Deception, which finds Jr. in an unexplainable marriage, and
-Jr.'s Angel, in which Jr's chess game comes to an end.
Other books in which Jr.'s influence is felt include:
-Darkness Is My Shadow, in which Jr. assumes the role of mentor and coach and
-God Had a Breaking Point, in which Jr. assists in solving serial murders.
About the Author
Victor C. Brown, Jr. will always be a mystery. A pack rat saving mementos, half-finished manuscripts, and notes. Yet, even today he will not pick up and read anything he’s written, as though they’re sealed in a vault. He’s told the world, “It’s none of your business.”
Joan L. Brown, his schoolteacher wife and curious research rat, went into the files and wove together the bits and pieces she found into compelling stories. She may have been a flower child, but her outlook on war has changed. She now understands how might makes right.