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Stories by an ex-military man
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Author |
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| A Good Day |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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January 2004 |
| His eyes weren’t focused. I didn’t think he could see me. But his head was all right; the hole was in his chest. His fatigue jacket was stiff and matted from blood, which wasn’t running anymore. It was just soaked up into his uniform and jacket. |
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| Bravo-3 |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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February 2004 |
| The rest of the world doesn’t know it, but it gets cold out here, Sergeant First Class Ralph Eberle thought, as he made his way back to his Jeep after checking guard post Alpha-4. The folks back home thought it was always hot in Southeast Asia, and most of the time it was—hot and sticky. But in the middle of the night this time of year, it got downright chilly. He blew into his hands and checked the luminous hand on his watch, 0320, before grasping the steering wheel and turning toward Bravo-3. |
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| By Different Rules |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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April 2004 |
| Bobby didn’t think he was so small. He reached six feet tall, a mark of some distinction in his family, and he weighed around 175. Of course, compared to Hoss, that was small. Compared to Hoss, most guys were small. On the team directory he was listed as 6’ 4” and 285 pounds, but those things always lied. Looking at Hoss now, Bobby couldn’t figure out whether they were trying to make Hoss smaller than he was - or larger. He looked larger to Bobby. Well, if we’re going to have a thing here, he thought, let’s get on with it. |
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| Hans of Munich |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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October 2003 |
| Clickedy clack, clickedy clack, clickedy clack. I used to love those sound effects in old movies that told you were on a train. They established your location and set a mood all at the same time. In real life, the rhythm made you drowsy and lulled you into a sense of well-being. It was a good feeling. And though I almost never rode a train in the states, it had become a frequent occurrence here in Germany. Nobody in my group of young airmen had a car, and we needed a means to get away once in a while. So five of us were on the train to the big city this Saturday afternoon. |
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| In Defense Of Freedom |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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January 2004 |
| He was conscious, but he couldn’t feel anything. There was a lot of noise and some flashes of light. He tried to look around, to see what was going on; but he couldn’t move. The last thing he remembered, his platoon had come upon a Republican Guard company probing on the outskirts of Baghdad. They’d spotted him but not his men; so he charged into the midst of them, firing as he ran, to distract them so his men could flank them. He didn’t know if it worked or not, because he had been hit before it played out. |
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| My Canh |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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March 2004 |
| First Sergeant McCafferty looked up to see who had snuck into his office unannounced. Airman Second Class Bobby Timmons was standing just inside his door. |
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| One More Pass |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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November 2003 |
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| The Awakening |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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November 2003 |
| Slowly, painfully, he became aware that he was awake. His eyes hurt. He wasn't sure, but he didn't think they were even open. Even so, he saw flashing lights, and each flash brought a stabbing pain. Each stabbing pain throbbed back from his eyes into his head, radiating in all directions. |
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| The Cost of Honor |
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2 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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March 2004 |
| At the height of the Cold War, a previously unreported incident sees the light of day and demonstrates that governments will always cover up embarrassing incidents, but individuals will often find a way to do the right thing. |
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| The DFC |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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May 2004 |
| With the engines screaming in the steep combat landing, it was hard for Captain Bruce Semanski to hear through his headphones. 'Do you hear me, Leduc?' he shouted into his mouthpiece. The C-123 he was piloting shuddered and protested the demands being made of it to land at this speed and this angle in the attempt to avoid enemy ground fire. Semanski shouted a little louder, 'Leduc, do you hear me?' |
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| The Picture |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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December 2003 |
| The rows of tombstones stretched away for what seemed like miles, and each one seemed like all the others. Small and unimpressive they stood one behind the other, much as the soldiers they covered must have stood as they marched away to war. The sun’s rays fell at such an angle that the shadow of each stone fell at the base of the one behind it, giving the rows a much darker cast than the aisles between them. |
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| The Tunnel Rat |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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February 2003 |
| It was dark, darker than he’d ever known it. He couldn’t see anything in front of him. He blinked his eyes rapidly and stared. It didn’t help. He still couldn’t see anything. He fingered, really caressed, the flashlight on his belt. He could flick it on and see whatever awaited him in the darkness. |
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| There When You Need Them |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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December 2003 |
| Thieu was getting ready to go out. She peered into the little round mirror to apply the eye shadow. She wasn’t very good at it. She squinted, she turned her head, she blinked. And she persevered, but the effect was never what she wanted. |
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| Where Are The Americans? |
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1 |
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Samuel E. Douglas |
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January 2003 |
| It was a long time ago, October 1956 to be more exact. I was a young guy, barely 20 to be more exact. At the time I was in the military, forced there out of high school by a draft that was going to get me sooner or later anyway. |
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