By Mike Haran
Bob sat back, a thoughtful look in his eye. “At times I didn’t even know how I got there. I fired in a daze, with my forearms numb from holding the handles of that fifty-caliber.
“You know, those Chinese troops were piled fifty high,” he whispered reverently, a look of awe and then menace challenging any disrespect to their memory.
Red placed his beer on the coffee table, venturing a guarded, “How’d you get over there?”
“Oh, the prosecutor gave the nine of us a choice: go to jail on the heroin charges, or join the army and go to Korea.”
I liked it. Interesting ending.
A nice take on “Go to war a loser, come back a hero” theme. Nice job.
I based it on a guy I knew.He didn’t come back a hero,fought for years for a half pension to be strangled by a couple of junkies.Had no family so I thought he should have some kind of a memorial