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By tat_2man
03 July 2006
A story I had actually forgotten I had written. Foind it in one of my old notebooks. I hope you like it.



 I was born and raised Catholic and was once considering priesthood. That was before Nam of course. I was sent there in 1967.
 
 I began to wonder if there really was a God. Three months into my tour our point man had run into a land mine, a Bouncing Betty to be exact. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw him crawling torwards us until I realized he had left his legs and most of his stomach behind him. He died without knowing what happened. He had only been with us for 3 weeks. You know I don’t even remember his name anymore.
 
 The doubts built upon guilt. Once while on patrol Lt. Walters and I were on point while walking through a small village. I noticed a small girl running torwards us and she had a grenade in her small hands. I froze and just stared at her. I remember her hair shining in the sunlight and her eyes, small and scared. LT drew his .45 and told her to stop. She didn’t. A shot rang out.  I couldn’t look at her small crumpled body as we passed.
 
 The doubts built upon guilt and fear. I had only 7 and a wakeup to go and was on my last patrol when my squad was attacked. It had been raining for weeks. I hadn’t had any dry clothes in so long I had forgotten how it felt. Mortar and gunfire lit up the rice paddy. I pressed myself into the water smelling feces, mud and blood. I was the only one that walked out of that godforsaken rice paddy. Everyone else was carried out.
 
 I know with all my heart there was no God in Nam. Was there a God before that? I do not know. Is there a God now? I think about that as I watch my Grandkids play in the yard. Maybe there is a God after all, just maybe.

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Written by Bottleblondesurfer (3434 comments posted) 3rd July 2006
That was short but it packed a hell of a punch. A really powerful and vivid insight into the hell of war and you pose a difficult question. I know what my answer would be but I'll keep it to myself for fear of offending 
You have very graphic style of writing 
cheers 
BBS
wow!
Written by Leo (573 comments posted) 4th July 2006
a whole lot of writing squeezed in a small tin! 
 
really powerful stuff. 
 
look forward to more

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