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By: Skip E. LeeeBook Publisher: AuthorSolutions
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There is a highway that travels the length of Vietnam's seacoast
from Hanoi to Saigon. Many dreadful happenings have blotted
this road for over a hundred years. It is truly a street without joy.
It is named
QL-1.
There is a perennial military insult by real soldiers about those behind the lines.
For each frontline hero, there lurks ten Rear Echelon Mothers
who supply and support them.
This story is about some of those Rear Echelon Mothers.
Meet a comical group of mechanics and clerks,
a wonderfully inept gaggle of men who goofballed
and occasionally graced the margins of
QL-1.
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| Title of eBook: Que Ell One: A War Satire | |
| Release Date: 01-26-2010 | |
| Publisher: iUniverse.com |
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| Parent title | Que Ell One: A War Satire |
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Que Ell One: A War Satire
Chapter One
"We are all going to die."A young man heard the voice but knew not from whence it came.
The 707 jet plane finished its taxiway maneuvers on the runway of an air force base near Sunnyvale, California. It was raining cats, mice and dogs.
At the end of the runway, the aging chartered aircraft began to spool up its engines, which coughed, hesitated and sputtered, until they seemed to catch some vestige of power. Jammed inside the aircraft were 180 soldiers six abreast. The plane had been loaded front to rear according to rank. A superannuated general sat in the front, just behind the locked door to the pilot's cabin. At the back hunched a highly forlorn 18-year-old private draftee. In the middle of this panoply of ranks were the middle level officers, the company grade commissioned types, captains and lieutenants.
A thin reedy voice came over the cabin intercom to announce with an obvious Pakistani accent, "Thank you so very muchly for flying Air Guami. We are now leaving sunny California. After a brief layover in scenic Anchorage, Alaska, and a short stop in beautiful Yokohama Mama, Japan, we shall deliver you to the garden spot of Southeast Asia, gorgeous Saigon. We hope ever so muchly that you enjoy your flight and that you enjoy your splendid vacation in Vietnam."
The jet plane then shuddered forward. An ominous belch of blue smoke blew from a starboard engine. The ill maintained aircraft lurched forward, stumbled slightly and then flapped uncertainly into the rain-pelted air.
"We are all going to die," Remphelmann heard from somewhere.
Second Lieutenant Ronald Reaga
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