|The Preacher Tells a Tale (standard:drama, 2866 words)|
|Author: deaconburke||Added: Nov 01 2006||Views/Reads: 1539/911||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|It's the height of the Viet Nam war and in Detroit people gather to tell tales from DaNam. It isn't exactly what it seems.|
The Preacher Tells a Tale by Deacon Burke Author's Note: This is written like people talk. I honestly do know better but I wanted it to read like you were sitting there listening to your uncle tell a tale. "Hey Preacher," the voice coming from the phone shocked me. No one had called me that since my last days in Vietnam. Four years at home and still trying to get past those days. "Jim you son of a dog, I almost didn't recognize your voice." He had to know that it was a lie. Not more than a dozen people in the whole world knew me by that name. "What the hell are you doing calling me. I thought you were dead." I gave a resounding laugh so he knew that I was kidding. "Nah that was my evil twin brother who died. So what you up to these days Preach?" I had a chill run through me. Not at the use of my name but at the thought that Jim obviously had something in mind. "Oh doing a little of this and a little of that." I tried to make it sound convincing. I had pretty much taken over for my Uncle Deacon. Deacon was all finesse, whereas I was maximum violence. They each seemed to get the job done. I had come to hate drugs and drug dealers while in Vietnam. Taking their money didn't bother me in the least. When they resisted with guns, they died. It was a simple way of dealing with men who sold junk to kids. "So you want to go to Detroit?" "Why the devil would I want to go to Detroit?" "Why hell Preach we be having kind of reunion there." "Jim, there were exactly twenty men in our field unit and half of them are dead. It ain't going to be much of a reunion." "Well it ain't exactly that kind of reunion." "What kind of reunion is it then." "Vietnam Vets Against the War is having some kind of a thing in Detroit. They want to hear our stories." "Jim have you gone soft on me." I couldn't believe he had joined the resistance. He and I hadn't really been in the war. At least not the one they were protesting. "They sent out a call for Advisors to the ARVN troops. They want to ask us what it was like in the early days." "That's nuts. Who the hell cares what it was like in the cowboy days." "Some naval officer is promising to get it all told. He was some kinda' Seal or something. Wants to let everybody know the truth." "Whose truth?" "Why ours of course." "I haven't talked to you in a long time, so you probably don't know how I feel." "Unless you're the one who has gone soft, I know exactly how you feel. It's how all of us feel. Maybe we can get the word out. If nothing else, we can shake a few of them up. Come on Preach it will be fun." "If you knew how I hated the cold, you wouldn't ask me." "Preach, my friends in the VVAW tell me they are going to give this SEAL all the dirt to carry to Washington. Don't you want to see what dirt they have?" Click here to read the rest of this story (301 more lines)
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