TBD on Ning
Decisions - Pt II
Jeff started talking quietly. He said that during the end of his first tour, he had just about decided to take a man's life, if it was called for. If the man was so damaged, he would not survive long, or would not want to live, knowing what his injuries were. The three of us agreed......made a pact. We believed this was the humane way, and best for all concerned. We agreed we could not take the dog tags, anything that belonged to the soldier. It had to stay.
Towards the end of our tour, we requested another tour right away. We were given a furlough, and went back to Nam. There was always talks of the war ending, but nothing ever happened. We lived day to day, doing what we felt was right, never talking about it, just doing. All at once our time was up, it was time to go home. Then Jeff disappeared, just disappeared. The 3 of us shared a tent and had gone to bed. The next morning, Jeff was gone. He did not bother making his bed, the blanket was half on the floor, he took nothing with him. It was strange. Tom and I talked and Jeff had not talked to either of us, we could come up with no ideas on why he just up and took off.
The last week was hectic, between being out in te field, saying goodbye to everyone, packing, it went by fast. Tom got a slight wound and had to spend his last night in the infirmary. I got his stuff rounded up, grabbed a jeep then picked him up. Another guy came along to take jeep back and we headed for the airport. We grabbed our things and headed for the plane and home.
Back in the states, we kept in touch a lot and then one evening Tom's mom called to see if he was with me. He had been talking about visiting but I told her no decision was made. She said he just disappeared, she thought maybe he got an itch to see me and took off. I told her he had not arrived if that was his plan, but if so, I would have him call her.
Several weeks went by and there was no word. I was getting a funny feeling about this, and Jeff's disappearance. I decided to write our story and publish it as an essay.....I had a feeling about all this and felt publishing the story would make me feel better. I wrote it, rewrote it, and it seemed something was missing, and I couldn't figure out what it was. I wrote it as a story, but in essay form. I was picked up by the military and questioned, but they let me go when they realized it was a story, thank God.
My younger brother was in college and called me. He asked about my essay, saying he wanted to do a paper on it and could he have a copy. I didn't keep a copy, but told him it was on this one web site and gave him the link. He called back the next day, saying there was no page.
It had been 10 years, I check that site alot, its always been there. What the hell was going on? This was making me nervous. Jeff disapears, then Tom, my story. I was gettin that feeling again. Remembering back, there had been some odd phone calls from time to time. I decided to pack a duffle bag and head to my brothers.
The above is the essay and message from my brother. he wrote it all out, printed it and sent it to me. He never showed up and its been 6 monhs. There has been no word. He just disappeared..........
Towards the end of our tour, we requested another tour right away. We were given a furlough, and went back to Nam. There was always talks of the war ending, but nothing ever happened. We lived day to day, doing what we felt was right, never talking about it, just doing. All at once our time was up, it was time to go home. Then Jeff disappeared, just disappeared. The 3 of us shared a tent and had gone to bed. The next morning, Jeff was gone. He did not bother making his bed, the blanket was half on the floor, he took nothing with him. It was strange. Tom and I talked and Jeff had not talked to either of us, we could come up with no ideas on why he just up and took off.
The last week was hectic, between being out in te field, saying goodbye to everyone, packing, it went by fast. Tom got a slight wound and had to spend his last night in the infirmary. I got his stuff rounded up, grabbed a jeep then picked him up. Another guy came along to take jeep back and we headed for the airport. We grabbed our things and headed for the plane and home.
Back in the states, we kept in touch a lot and then one evening Tom's mom called to see if he was with me. He had been talking about visiting but I told her no decision was made. She said he just disappeared, she thought maybe he got an itch to see me and took off. I told her he had not arrived if that was his plan, but if so, I would have him call her.
Several weeks went by and there was no word. I was getting a funny feeling about this, and Jeff's disappearance. I decided to write our story and publish it as an essay.....I had a feeling about all this and felt publishing the story would make me feel better. I wrote it, rewrote it, and it seemed something was missing, and I couldn't figure out what it was. I wrote it as a story, but in essay form. I was picked up by the military and questioned, but they let me go when they realized it was a story, thank God.
My younger brother was in college and called me. He asked about my essay, saying he wanted to do a paper on it and could he have a copy. I didn't keep a copy, but told him it was on this one web site and gave him the link. He called back the next day, saying there was no page.
It had been 10 years, I check that site alot, its always been there. What the hell was going on? This was making me nervous. Jeff disapears, then Tom, my story. I was gettin that feeling again. Remembering back, there had been some odd phone calls from time to time. I decided to pack a duffle bag and head to my brothers.
The above is the essay and message from my brother. he wrote it all out, printed it and sent it to me. He never showed up and its been 6 monhs. There has been no word. He just disappeared..........
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Permalink Reply by jan on
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Part of this, I found as an essay online. I was doing research for a college paper for a neighbor. I ran across this essay, and read part of it. I did not have time to finish it...so I saved a link to it. When I went back to see it, the page was gone...you know....one of those "did you type it right?" thingys. What I read so far bugged me. I decided to do a story. This is my first attempt at something serious. I hope you like it.
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