In a Dead Voice ((Vietnam, 1971)('Voices Out of Saigon'))

((Story fifteen) (March 1971)
(story told by Morgan, in March 1986))

Advance: Also on Sergeant Morgan Carter, he knew there were two sides to every human being, even to him. One, he could see his life for a country that does not appreciate his duty tasks, in a war that was not popular, as in his, namely Vietnam, where a five tours, or five years, even two Bronze Stars for Valor , Almost a Medal of Honor for rescuing a human life, in the middle of the rocket fire, whereas most people are dead, if they have such gifts from the army, or even for such a award.

His Uncle Frank, got one in the Second World War, but he had to die for them, and was in Florence, Italy, together with the Purple Heart.

Yes that he would die, gives his life for people who called him "baby killer" every time he went home to leave, and he never killed any babies, perhaps the bombing has done, but he did not every bomb, he shot them, or shot them, and most of the time when he did not know how many he killed, he did not keep count, nor did he go review those he thought he shot, and they were not babies, they were also people with guns and knives and guns, and so on, how to like, he named it .

On the other hand, during the first tour of duty in Vietnam in 1965, he fought a lot with his fellow comrades about simple things, and would be drunk, and a good soldier for nothing at times, not all the time, But at times and could have your foot shot from the smallest of reasons. Why was this, he asked himself - (now 1986) the war now long gone, why a man choose to do what he does when he does, especially while in the act of war. A hero and a bum in the same place, but not at the same time, you can be sure you can be sure all this and hide it from the real world. We all felt the same, he said Sun Art. He had many soldiers hide, dig holes in the ground to cover from incoming missiles, gun fire, they all want one hour of life, breath, private, sergeants and officers, they were all equally in such a moment, and he saw Many a man crazy, turn in the foot to withdraw from Vietnam. It was, he said, "The beast inside every human being confused." And so it was.

Dead Black Smoke

The helicopters appeared over the Air Force base in Cam Ranh Bay, Vietnam, March, 1971, almost before Carter knew it was there, he could hear it before he saw her, and when he saw, and it was only a mild shadows configuration, he went into a process of consultation. What he heard was a fast-paced, quick whiz its horizontal rotors powered, which would have two or more; Sergeant Carter guessed it as a Cobra AH-1G, a gunship to graten part, he did not think it was a UH - 1 Huey (officially the "Iriquois'), it was mostly used for transport. It was the search ... for the VC or Vietcong, do something is a circle, a loop around the outer edge of the airbase in the dense jungle of some brush, thereabouts. It was not a good circle, but more like a ripple that the helicopter traveled, perchance even a bit clumsy in its maneuvering.

The chopper was on the lookout for which the VC was the presentation of their missiles , Almost at random, the pilot was Warrant Officer Lund Herald ...

The Vietcong ungracefully had tried to shoot rockets from underground bunker in the ammunition dumps, ammunition three landfills in Cam Ranh Bay, try to hit their targets, and in the Process tries to deal with a helicopter overhead, an attempt to find them and they from the business, on the other side of the Vietcong was trying to eliminate the helicopters because it was in a loop at an angle, as if on a Headline and then an immediate turn, then came a sudden sound of an explosion, and the Cobra disappeared from the air, whirled them in the direction of the bay, and rammed into the waters of South China Sea.

Captain Rosenboum his company sent 167 men to Confirming the ammunition dump, he was captain of the 611 Ordnance Company; night stand motionless for a moment, Staff Sergeant Morgan Carter II came to a stop, arrest, as he drove his jeep along the white sand beach along the coast of the bay, dead black Smoke rises, in the bay. He landed his Jeep, went a few meters closer to the water to create a better view, it was an American helicopter, he concluded. At this moment, a five-ton truck, with about thirty soldiers were on the back of the section he said Alpha Ammo Dump, several kilometres away, rockets were still beating area.

It was the night, night more than the Staff Sergeant wanted, and he now had to advise if it is to the Ammo Dump, or to assess these circumstances, and then-what he was ordered to go to the dump and safe, and wait until they troops would be there shortly after his arrival. The helicopter was about three-hundred meters into the water, pours From Black Death. There was nobody in sight, but then there was not much to see. He went back to his Jeep, turned on its lights, went down along the water, now he could see the illusion of a Cobra in water.

He knew, Chief Warrant Officer Lund, he met him, and he was in this Copter, although Morgan did not know it at this point. Lund's head was bobbing up and down in the water, smashed between his seat , And the front line of the chopper, someone else was already in the water from the chopper when they are taken, the force blew the door open.

Sergeant Carter could see the nose of the helicopter was sinking, and he also noticed movement in the pilot seat, perhaps the person who struggled and could not free himself, was his mental conclusion, everything came by to observe eyes, a flash, nothing clear.

CW Lund, was a serious man, and there was a specialist five Atwood Who was on board the helicopter, he had freed himself and was now swim away from the side, apparently he did not back to try and save the Warrant Officer, or perhaps he could not, perhaps all the strength left in it was to swim to safety, however, when he saw the headlights of the jeep, and a figure stands on the white sands of Cam Ranh Bay, he cried, "Lund, still in chopper to help! "If there are other Sergeant Carter not notice or remember them, nor would it in his report.

Sergeant Cater his decision now, and jumped into the waters of the bay, and in a few minutes was swimming past Atwood, And down in helicopters and the pilot area, and secure enough, it was an acquaintance, CW4 Lund, a half smile came in Lund's face, "I saw it," Lund said, "not sure that I am free, and if so I'm not sure if I have the energy to swim out of this mess! "Sergeant

The back seat of the Cobra, and frees the Warrant Officer of his safety belt, and the six foot, 280 - pound man grabbed the five-foot eight inch, one-hundred and forty pounds sergeant, and they both went down, but it was not the freedom it was the helicopter had moved, and deep down, and the CW was in panic, and the sergeant was overwhelmed with panic and Korpergrae its weight in this small space, and he pushed him from the CW , Which has always been like a wild dog, freed itself and with its Faen pushed from the helicopter, Lund thought would do the same, but he did not he apparently could not swim, or if he could, he could not believe, to swim, or hold his breath long enough to be free from the wreck to swim to freedom.

Atwood was now on the white sand beach, headlights on him, he was exhausted, and it was the sergeant was resting.

Next on the beach, got on his knees, took several deep breaths, "Where is Lund?" asked the Specialist.

"where you left him to read the report ...!" Carter said, and the sergeant was simply gone, got in his Jeep, and went out where the incoming missiles were hit, which was: Ammo Dump Alpha.

"Wake up, Morgan," said his wife, Ming: "You are a nightmare again," she told him, " They have until the end of this time? "They asked.

" Yes, I think, "he said:" I left behind him in the helicopter, as Atwater, my Atwood ... I will explain it all on another day, how about breakfast? "

" Yes, I'll make it, I'm finally on your coffee, how you like it, we are on the Russian market today? "She asked, Morgan nodded his head yes, looked towards the window, the sun was shinning through, birds were reputation, and then it dawned on him completely, it is completely clear, it was 1986, not 1971, and he was not in Vietnam, he was in his home, in Cambodia, and his wife asked simple things, small daily things, things we overlook in the mass of the things we have already saved know when, how old thrown into a Crate, to be another day or thrown out.

 

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