Walter Myers - Fallen Angels

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A coming-of-age tale for young adults set in the trenches of the Vietnam War in the late 1960s, this is the story of Perry, a Harlem teenager who volunteers for the service when his dream of attending college falls through. Sent to the front lines, Perry and his platoon come face-to-face with the Vietcong and the real horror of warfare. But violence and death aren't the only hardships. As Perry struggles to find virtue in himself and his comrades, he questions why black troops are given the most dangerous assignments, and why the U.S. is even there at all.

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The machine gun on the right opened up again, and Doyle started screaming.

“Cease fire! Cease fire!” Doyle was jumping around and waving both of his arms over his head.

“Oh, shit!” Scotty turned around and leaned against the sandbags.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I hope not what I think it is,” Scotty said.

We waited as Doyle walked a little ahead of his position, hands on his hips, and looked out to the field ahead of us. Behind us I heard choppers. I turned and saw them headed for us. They went by us out to the target zone.

“Hey, Scotty, did we … ?”

“Yep, we just shot the shit out of the first platoon.”

We walked slowly across the field. There were some kind of crops being grown in between the trees, half of it now burned out or uprooted by the shelling. As we got near the first platoon the smell from the phosphorus grew stronger.

They were loading the guys onto the medevac choppers. Medics were running from guy to guy.

“Look in the bushes!” a captain was shouting.

We looked for wounded. They were all over the place. The medics were so busy they were just tagging guys. The ones they thought they could save they worked on, the others they marked their wounds down. One kid, the angry stain of blood on his T-shirt growing with every breath, watched calmly as the medic wrote up the tag. The medic tied it to his lapel and patted the kid’s shoulder. When the medic left, the kid tried to read the tag without taking it off.

If there were time — if the medic had finished with the ones he was fairly sure he could save — he would come back to the kid to see what he could do. I kept looking for other wounded. These were our people.

The first chopper was moving out already. They were so quick. One guy had a plasma bottle strapped to his helmet. He was going through his pockets looking for matches to light his cigarette. He found them but they were soaked through with his own blood. Scotty lit his cigarette.

A sergeant was crying. He was sitting by himself, his rifle cradled in his arms, crying softly.

Nobody was talking. There was nothing to say. More medevacs came in and took away the rest of first platoon. The last one took the body bags. There had to be at least fifteen.

We went back to the LZ an hour later. They had brought in the stand-by platoon to replace us.

A spec four from the first platoon had wandered away from the company and was riding with us. He was a young kid, really good-looking. He had bums on his arms and face. Both eyebrows were gone, but he was still good-looking. He looked so young.

“Where you from?” I asked.

“Charlie Company, sir,” he said.

I started to tell him that I wasn’t an officer. But it didn’t matter.

As soon as we landed I was told to go back to my company. Scotty said that it was nice meeting me.

“You okay?” Lieutenant Carroll was the first to meet me.

“Yeah, sure.”

“You know, the way they run this shit over the radio,” Lieutenant Carroll shook his head. “You would think all hell was breaking loose.”

When I got to the hut, Peewee asked me what had happened.

“We heard that you guys ran into a VC battalion or something,” he said. “’Cause I told them that Perry could handle the shit if it was only one damn battalion.”

“I was with their fourth platoon,” I said. “We ran into their first platoon and we hit them. They must have lost over a dozen guys.”

“You hit our own guys?” Monaco came over to where I was sitting on the bed.

“I didn’t hit them! The platoon leader called in artillery on their position.”

“Who spotted them?” Monaco asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Nobody knows nothing. That’s why a bunch of guys get nailed for no reason!”

“Yo, man, I didn’t mess them up.”

Monaco looked at me and walked away. I watched him lie down on his bunk with his face to the wall.

“They messed up bad?” Peewee asked.

“Yeah, real bad.”

Thanksgiving. This year, Kenny’s birthday was on Thanksgiving, and I damn near forgot it. I figured it would take three weeks for anything to reach home from Nam. I didn’t want to send him money. He could have used the money, but I wanted to send him something more. I asked Lieutenant Carroll if he thought I could get a knife in the mail. I told him it was for Kenny.

Lieutenant Carroll said he had something else, and he gave me a jacket he had bought in Saigon. It was black silk and there was a map in green of Nam on the back. I wanted to pay him for it, but he said no.

I got the jacket in the last mail. Lieutenant Carroll was in the officer’s hooch, and I stopped in to see him. He was sitting in his shorts. He was drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels.

“You know where I got this?”

“Where?”

“We went into a village about six months ago; I guess we surprised some VC. They left their meal, their cards, and this bottle behind. You want a drink?”

I took a drink. It burned like hell going down. It came up easier.

I couldn’t sleep. They all started crowding in on me. The guy with the plasma taped to his helmet, the sergeant crying. None of them were together in my mind. They just kept coming, one by one. Short movies. A few seconds of a medic putting a tag on a wounded soldier. A few seconds of a chopper taking off over the trees. A guy cradling his rifle. A body bag.

The guys that our artillery blew away didn’t have a reason to die. They hadn’t died facing the enemy. They just died because somebody else was scared, maybe careless. They died because they were in Nam, where being scared made you do things you would regret later. We were killing our brothers, ourselves.

Brew was getting ready to go to bed and I went over to his bunk and asked him if he knew where the Lord’s Prayer was in the Bible.

“The Bible I got has an index,” he said. “You can look up anything you want in the back.”

“Hey, that’s cool.”

“You can borrow mine any time you want,” he said, tossing it to me.

“You pray a lot when you in the World?” I asked him.

“Yeah, I prayed a lot,” Brew said. “But, man, I didn’t pray nowhere near as hard.”

Chapter 9

Brunner came into the hooch and told us to saddle up, that we were going on a pacification mission. Monaco asked him who had given the order.

“Just get your ass in gear,” Brunner snarled.

“Who the hell elected you God?” Monaco hadn’t moved and neither had the rest of us.

“How many stripes you got on your arm, Private Monaco?” Brunner walked to the end of Monaco’s bunk.

“Enough to know that I don’t have to take any bull from you,” Monaco said.

Brunner kicked the end of Monaco’s bunk hard enough to knock some magazines onto the wooden pallets that served as a floor. Monaco reached under his bunk, grabbed a grenade, and pulled the pin.

“Now what do you think you’re going to do with that, pretty boy?” Brunner said, looking down at Monaco.

Monaco smiled, lifted the armed grenade high over his head, and flipped it toward Brunner.

Everybody dove to the floor, screaming. I tried to pull my bunk down over me. I heard myself screaming, as if the noise I made would somehow cut off the impact of the grenade. Peewee was on the floor near me. He had one hand over his head and his helmet over his rear end.

I didn’t stop screaming until I saw Walowick, who had rolled himself into a tight little knot, get up.

Slowly we all got up. Walowick started the cursing, and we joined in. Monaco was on his bunk, laughing.

“The next time I’m going to toss you one with the powder in it,” he said to Brunner.

“You’re a fucking kid! You’re a fucking kid!” Brunner was screaming at the top of his lungs. “You call yourself a fucking soldier, but you’re a fucking kid!”

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