In Which Our Hero PO’s the VC
Castle Argghhh!!!’s serialized, cliffhanging Vietnam tale continues. Yesterday, our hero was informed the VC had a price on his head … dead only … of 500 bicycles. Today, our hero explains how he managed to irk the VC so grievously. With a bit of a Mexican standoff:
“Black shirt’s reaching for something behind his back!”
The local guide was trying to decide if he could grab whatever he had in his waistband, arm it and use it before he was shredded by the crewchief’s M-60. And he was wavering toward “yes”…
“Point the gun between his eyes, smile and wave at him!”
He stopped reaching for whatever he had and waved back. Works every time.
A sudden motion caught his eye. He glanced at the cockpit and saw my arm outstretched toward his head, with my M1911 attached at the end. His hands went behind his neck, very, very slowly. The gunner hopped out, removed the grenade from his waistband and helped him aboard.
“Holy…hey, Sir, Back-Seat’s been going through the female’s dittybag. So far, he’s pulled out a K-54 and a blade and about a dozen green GI notepads and some kind of ID booklet and a wad of cash that’d choke the Jolly Green Giant. We hit paydirt!”
The rest (of this installment) here.
Posted by Jules Crittenden at 11:28 am on Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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February 20th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Today’s Cliffhanger (Updated and bumped)
In Medias Res CW4BillT (Hat tip: Jules C.) The sun was just rising, so the temperature was only about 110F as I slogged along the PSP taxiway bordering the North Swamp. I passed a Scout pilot single-mindedly preflighting a Loach
February 20th, 2007 at 2:18 pm
Today’s Cliffhanger
In Medias ResCW4BillT (Hat tip: Jules C.) The sun was just rising, so the temperature was only about 110F as I slogged along the PSP taxiway bordering the North Swamp. I passed a Scout pilot single-mindedly preflighting a Loach in