My next chapter in my saga!
Chapter 2: Missing
August 9th 1963, 0600 Hours
As the sun rises on our makeshift grass + branch tents, the tight grip of the cold night wind was released. Each one of my squadmates had their own tent that was camouflaged by the trees. We rested about 25 large, sappy branches against a tree, then we covered it with many, many leaves and grass blades. Then after that, we covered the tents with another 25 branches, and that kept the leaves in place as an insulation, that did not turn out very well.
We pummeled the side of our tents so we could get out. The door probably weighed around 50 lb.
Ben and I stepped out of our tents, waiting on Private James. He did not get out of his tent.
"PJ! Come on, it's an early day, I know, but we must get moving!", I called. No response.
As we approached the tent, we realized the door had been smashed in, not out, and James was gone. My blood ran cold and the hair on my neck stood up. I am sure Ben felt the same way.
As we searched the tent for any signs, a note, a ransom of some sort, all there was was his equipment. When we searched around the tent, we noticed there was about 6 feet printed into the grass, where the assailants were standing.
We followed the prints as they went over a small stone bridge and into a forest. There was a clear passage way through the forest, to a small village about half a mile away.
Passing through the woods again, kept me wide awake. I was fearing the NVAs would strike when we were not watching and slit our throats. I started to quicken my pace towards the tiny village as fear built up inside of me.
Ben was close behind, but starting to linger, so I slowed my self from running. There was still about a tenth of a mile til the end of the tunnel. An NVA had just walked into the passageway at a fast pace, so we dove into the bushes. It took a few minutes for him to walk past, to our campsite. Luckily, we brought all of our equipment, even James'.
We advanced on to the end of the tunnel by climbing through the woods. We avoided dry branches so that we would not make any commotion. Instead, we tossed ourselves through the wet half of the forest.
"How much further?" asked Ben.
"I am not sure, maybe a hundred feet."
We carried on sneaking through and we reached a small ditch. It smelled of burning skin. I wish I hadn't looked down. In that ditch, was a massive pile of scorched bones. Skulls, femurs, spines, and other human bones! Ben threw up to the left of me. We went around it and found the exit to the forest.
We found that the small village was populated with many NVAs.
Around us, we found a horrid sight. Slaves and former US Marines were being forced around by these insane men. We saw a large house that had a large carving that depicted crossed executioner axes. We went around to the back of the village and found our way to the house. It was made of old dried clay and straw.
When we peered through the window, we found James tied up. He had a gag in his mouth, and a gun to his head.
To be Continued...
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