The Ticket
The Ticket How am I supposed start this … I guess at the beginning…. In 1972, I was in a jungle in Vietnam I was the rear guard of our team. I was not paying attention to where I was placing my big feet and I tripped on a vine and went sprawling. That saved my life… gunfire flashed over my head. It criss crossed above the trail taking out my whole team. I slithered under some foliage and lay as still as I could. After a few minutes twenty black pajama clad Asians gathered in the middle of the trail. They seemed to be congratulating each other for a job well done. I slowly arose to my knees and uncliped three grenades from my belt. I pulled the pin on the first and lobbed …