War and History Fiction posted October 5, 2012


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Twenty-one days later, I woke up in heaven

Home at last Part II

by G.B. Smith


Dedicated to my Vietnam Brothers and Sisters who paid the price
HOME AT LAST - PART 2



At this point my vital signs dropped to zero. I was placed into a body bag and sent to a MASH unit to be processed with the rest of the dead. A young Lt. Nurse, Beth Picco, noticed movement in my body bag (They ain't supposed to move). She screamed for help and as they opened it, I was tearing from my eyes and hyperventilating.

Twenty-one days later, I woke up in heaven, or at least what I thought was heaven. The room was a large white room with bright sunlight flooding it. The curtains were billowing softly in the fragrant breeze. There was faint sound of Aloha music in the air and at the foot of my bed stood an angel in a gown the whitest white I had ever seen.

"Is this heaven?" I asked her.

A broad smile filled her face, and she appeared more radiant than anything I had ever seen. "Well, hello there," she said. "No, this isn't heaven. This is the Tripler Army hospital. You're in Honolulu, Hawaii."

I stuttered, "I ... er ... what ... how? (The last thing I remembered was the world exploding around me.) I continued to pan the room and there to my right stood my mom and dad. "Did you die too?" I asked them. It took the longest time for them to convince me that I was still alive.

Two weeks earlier, Mom and Dad had just finished lunch when Mom noticed a green army car pulling up in front of the house, and with that she came unglued. My dad tried to console her. The officer was a Major and with him was a Sergeant, a Lieutenant, and a civilian.

"Get out of here!" Mom screamed. She even took a swing at the Major. Thankfully, Dad blocked her blows. The Major screamed, "Calm down, Mrs. Rich. He's not dead."

After that sunk in, she quieted down and invited everyone into the house. The civilian said, "Folks, before we can go any further, we must swear you into secrecy because this is a highly classified matter."

"Now what has he gotten into. I always knew he was doing something wrong. I could never get him to give me a straight answer," said Mom.

The Major replied, "It's much deeper than anything you can imagine. This, pointing to the civilian, is Mr.James Jensen from the CIA."

Having been introduced, Mr. Jensen announced, "Because of your son's highly evolved marksmanship, combined with his martial arts training, he was brought into the CIA along with 50 other men with like skills. He was their leader, and he taught the men in Mississippi in jungle guerilla-warfare skills from September to December.

"When he left Price the day after Christmas, he drove to Columbus, Mississippi. On December 31, they were all flown to Anderson Air Force Base in Guam, and the next day to Tansunute Air Force Base in Vietnam."

"Before we go any further, Mr. and Mrs. Rich, I must have you swear on the Holy Bible and sign these documents promising that you will NEVER divulge anything that we discuss here today. You must understand the secret nature of this covert activity."

The folks agreed but became impatient because he did not begin explaining soon enough for their liking.

"As you may already know, it is against US law and policy for the United States to be in Laos and Cambodia. We have to have an elite group in these countries to carry out strikes and covert activities against the communist insurgents that slip out of country to create havoc and strikes against our boys.

"Your son and his team just came back from three weeks in Laos and had been given five days of R&R (rest and relaxation) on Tansunute. As you heard on the news, the base was attacked and many men were killed or wounded. Your son is a hero, but because of the nature of his work it will never be acknowledged by the government. Now understand this, he is alive but has been severely wounded. We have sent him to Hawaii to recuperate at the Tripler Army Hospital in Honolulu."

Jensen then proceeded to give an accounting of the activities that their son had done. He told them that there would be a plane waiting to fly them there the next morning and to tell no one where they were going, but to say they were just going to take a short trip to Wyoming.

Jensen emphasized his point by saying, "I know this is very short notice; however, it is essential for your son that you are there when he awakens from the coma."

My dad had to see his doctor in five days and he had to get his heart checked. He argued that this sounded too preposterous anyhow, and they just could not leave until the next week. When the Major heard this, he got huffy, and dad threatened to knock his block off.

Somehow, the Major got the message. This gave them time to tell everyone that they were going up through Yellowstone and possibly the Black Hills and might be gone a month or longer. Dad had never flown, and his heart was really tired over this set back.

Life for us all would never be the same.

Glen "Bear" Smith






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This is as accurate as what I have been told. For my part it is correct. It has taken 45 years to write this out. I hope you enjoy it. There will NOT be a third book. I did however write another several years ago. It's way back in my stories titled: There is no hell like the hell of war by Glen Bear Smith. If you get the time, perhaps you can take a look and get a feel for it all
Bear
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