He`d been missing since `75, the close of the war. Maybe he hadn`t heard, maybe he didn`t care. I wasn`t privileged to that information. All I knew was that I`d been ordered across the demiltarized zone in an attempt to extract Charlie and reintegrate him to society...
I follwed the old woman along the coast. There was something suspicious about her that I couldn`t shake off. She just kinda looked outta place...
I found the tunnels early afternoon. Of course! The old Viet Cong tunnels!! Where better place to hide than the last place to be devastated by bombs? What better place to be lost than a network of deep tunnels abandoned to the musty air?
The idea of booby traps did nothing to ease my mind as I stooped and stumbled forward. I descended into Hell, not knowing what Charlie had in store...
The groans became louder as I penetrated deeper into the labyrinth. What sort of creature had Charlie become? How had this life of sensory deprivation affected this poor soul?
And there he was, like a cornered rabbit caught in a flashlight. I`d been ordered to get him out, or end the story, and fast, before I too was called MIA and left for dead. Charlie twitched as I reached into my pocket. If he wasn`t prepared to be my friend, he`d have to be my enemy...
We`re all friends now!
1 comment:
Phileas, what do you remember about'75? Either it's a big tunnel or Charlie is kneeling down. Mrs Phileas looks well and has a better taste in hair style.
Hilda and Stan
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