War story
Sitting in the hospital trying to get over my malaria, I conversed with the Vietnamese nurse. She has no idea who I am but knows I have something to do with fighting. We become friends and talk all day before she went home. After a while, I realized she asked a very lot of questions. One day when I was getting my strength back, she asks me to go to town for lunch with her. She asks me to go to the American PX and buy six cartons of cigarettes for her; she gave me a ration card which in the infantry, I had never seen. The next morning she got me up to go to town again and buy more cigarettes; in all, I bought about thirty cartons with many different ration cards. The next day I was sick to go anywhere, but that afternoon with her girl persuasion, ill or not, I went. Again cigarettes by the cartons, but things go very wrong. In my last six cartons, the MPs (i guess) grabs me and handcuffs me. They start asking me questions about who I was buying the cigarettes for and why. I told them a nurse at the hospital was a good friend. One MP pulls out a picture and asks me if it was her; dam yes, it is. Mp tells me you are lucky to be alive; she will get you to go home with her and never return. They unhandcuff me and give me the cigarettes and tell me to bring them to her, and they would have her arrested. Don’t get nervous were their last words. I walk out of the store. I see her looking at me as if she senses something wrong. As I walk up to her handing her the cartons of cigarettes, everything goes nuts; a motorcycle jumps onto the curb. She jumps on the back as police and MPs come from all directions, the man on the bike opens fire with a pistol, the police open up bullets flying everywhere, the bike flips over, and the girl and guy are lying in the street. The girl is dead; the man struggles to his feet but is shot dead. I walk over to see this pretty woman dead, a so-called friend; somehow, even knowing she most likely hated me, I had an attachment. The MPs drove me back to the hospital. I was weak and very sick, but the thought of the woman would not leave my mind. The next morning I felt better walking to the chow hall. A young Vietnamese man befriended me in the line again All hell breaks loose; he was quickly brought to the ground and arrested. The MPs told me he was the girl’s brother, and they both were NVA spies. I told the doctor I needed to get back to the jungles before I get killed.
richardwboyanton 