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Hi there!
Saoirse�s back and setting fire to the keys. I hate repeating myself, but I
will do it because I do believe in tolerance. I want the readers to do two
things: 1) Read my notes in chapter one. 2) Listen carefully to the
commentaries on the BHD DVD. I AM NOT making light of this battle
or of the men who have given their lives during it. War is shit, ugly and
futile. The armed forces do have their place in the world and that is for
protection and defense, even if it is notoriously linked to the RNC. A person
who has not bothered to read this so those who feel uncomfortable reading this
ther a r a reason why Mr. Gates put the back button on your browser has already
blasted me.
There is also a
reason why I am writing about a COMPOSITE character, SFC Jeff Sanderson
doesn�t exist per se, but as Mark Bowden and the screen writer Ken Nolan put it
all of these actual soldiers were composites of themselves in the film.
DiTomasso was Eversmann�s commanding officer, by right he should be very
insulted even though Scott and his people felt that �Sgt. Matt Eversmann� might
make a more functional leader because of the man�s real life strong personae.
Grimes was technically the composite of a pedophile (the most disgusting
thing to walk the earth besides Saddam and LadeLaden), do we jump down the throat
of those who fancy Sgt. Danny Grimes� loveable dit ait and sarcasm or because
McGregor portrayed him? And just who was PFC Todd Blackburn? Did his typical
teen naivet� lead him into combat thinking he was Rambo as Bloom played
him? How about Delta medic Sgt. Kurt Schmid who was demoted to a skinny kid
Ranger? Do we make light of the fact that he so desperately tried to save PFC
Jamie Smith�s life? Absolutely not. So there will be blood, gore, angst, and
guilt don�t you worry.
The whole point of
my story is that Sanderson is an indifferent vet who has seen so much horror
and is jaded with the world and Elise is a cynical military brat that has seen
men and women in uniform in her family unbelievably suffer coming out of battle
so she has trained herself to be resistant to anything in fatigues. Then they
have an encounter and change each other�s lives, not �Soft-core porn�! So as a
final note to all those narrow-minded why don�t you read Bowden�s book and pay
attention to the film, then read some other entertaining BHD fanfiction
before you pass judgment. You can also pick up a copy of The Heart of
Darkness, rent Apocalypse Now, then read Reporting Vietnam Parts
I & II and Ambushed you�ll see what I mean.

~U.S. Army Headquarters,
September 20 12:43 P.M.~
Sk'>She wondered why
the curtains hadn�t been drawn. The Black & Decker stationary fan
was going full blast but did little to alleviate the crushing humidity. Lise
rolled her head around the cot since that was the only body part she regained
control of. She was certain that her head had been popped open and a few
circuits crossed because everything below the neck felt like wet cement. Lise�s
throat was filled with syrup and her eyes were so dry she thought they were
pasted shut. Things were a bit sketchy. She remembered speaking to Jeanne, a
pretty Alsatiao rao ran the front desk at the Red Cross before leaving for the
market about the annals of drinking too much rum and too little Coke before
dancing to M.C. Hammer. And somehow she ended up here, looking at funky
grey cinderblock walls. There was a chain link patch over the barred windows.
She may have been the winner of a luxury holiday to the Hanoi Hilton without
even knowing it.
Feeling in her
hands started to come back, and she was able to wiggle her fingers enough to
jumpstart the blood flow up her arms and lifted herself up. Lise fell forward a
little feeling the room spin; she put a hand to her head and felt the silky
woven fibers of the gauze plastered down on her tender skin. Lise winced and
remembered everything. She swung her legs off the cot and looked around, the
room was clean and the only furnishings that were in it besides the cot and fan
were a table and two chairs. Whatever this room was used for before the Americans
took the airport over, it was clearly converted into a detention cell. She
walked to the window,tioutiously, keeping her face out of sight. On the
airfield Lise could see two Black Hawks and scattered Mini Birds, humvees and
jeeps screamed by and occasionally a Ranger would walk past dressed in a puke
green T-shirt and camo pants with a floppy hat on his buzzed head. Already Lise
was claustrophobic and needed to get the fuck out of there. She frowned at the
steel gray door that stood between her and freedom and hesitantly reached out
for the door handle. Lise was thrown for a loop when it opened easily. She
looked out and saw an empty corridor, the exit to the airfield and an office
adjacent of her. The only sounds she heard were faint type key clicking and
power tools, the stench of sea salt and jet fuel was not helping her lethargic
condition.
Lise weighed her
options of either being shot if she ran out onto the airfield or sent to prison
if she killed the General, and being where she was Lise had the means to do so.
Besides, what was the sense of running since they had confiscated her purse,
which held her passport. And while she thought of it, the black shirt she had
on was gone. Hugging herself for security she began walking to the office. She
hadn�t gone a few steps when she heard a long, pitiful groan. It came from
behind a steel gray door that was ajar, she pushed it open all the way to see
another cell like hers, but no one lay on the cot nor sat at the table. Another
groan came from the floor and Lise saw Richard hog-tied with flex-cuffs.
�Y�know� when I
said �Kiss mah grits� to that Oakley-wearing asshole, I really
didn�t mean it in a malicious way.� Lise leaned against the doorframe.
�They hog-tied
you.�
�Brilliant
Holmes!� He snapped in a Surrey burr. Richard struggled to turn his head and
looked at Lise�s lackluster expression. �They pump you with Horse? You
kickin�?!� He stifled when her face twisted with her infamous scowl.
�I�ll be kickin�
yous ifs if you don�t shut your trap! Now hold on, let me see if I can break
you out.�
�Hurry up! I gotta
pee�.� Lise knelt by him and tried to slip her nails under the thin bands of
plastic threatening to cut off his circulation.
�I need a pair of
scissors. I can�t break them!� Richard grunted painfully so Lise had no choice
but to go to the office. The radio was playing softly and there was a lit
cigarette smoking in an ashtray, other than that it was deserted. She ripped
the scissors out of the clerk�s pencil cup and backed away.
�' Limo' is a word
Durant, I can�t believe we�re still talking about this!� Tramping around the
corner was Chief Warrant Officer Cliff Walcott, Night Stalker pilot of Super
61. He lit a cigarette still fresh from his latest take off. Following him was
fellow Night Stalker C.W.O. Mike Durant, pilot of Super 64; he was holding a
pocket dictionary.
�It�s coming off
the board Elvis!� Walcott took the book and flipped through it.
�You see,� he
pointed to a page, ��limo�. �Limo� is in the dictionary!� Mike shook his head.
�No, no. �Limo� is
not in the dictionary- look! �Limo: see limousine�. Do ya dig it?� Cliff
slapped his head.
�It is technically
in the dictionary! When you got married, didn�t you rent a limo to
take you to the reception?�
Mike refused to
back down. �Using slang is against the rules. Read the inside of the box.�
�Using ' limo'
isn�t the same as using �yo�, or something.�
�It�s coming off
the board, or we start a new game.� Cliff was going to further plead his case
when Mike slapped him on the shoulder. �What the hell, man!� Mike pointed in
Lise�s ctioction. The two pilots were dumbfounded to see the CNN reporter
standing by Grimes� desk.
�Hi.� She said
tautly, not knowing what else to say.
�Hi,� they replied
in unison and let her pass by wing ing her go into Richard�s cell shutting the
door behind her. They looked at one another. �Delta.�
�It�s still coming
off the board.�
�Touch my �limo�
and I�m wiping the hangar with you!�
�I�d like to see
you try!� Lise listened by the door. Cliff and Mike�s bantering continued until
it drifted off with pilots retreating to the mess for chow.
�What the fuck was
that about?� Richard asked.
�I can�t be too
sure, but I think it was Scrabble.� Lise went to work cutting Richards
bonds, taking care to slide the blade between plastic and flesh without drawing
blood. There would be plenty of time for that Lise thought, Sanderson�s face
coming tod. Gd. Grimes danced into his office pushing aside the stacks of files
and paperwork to set his metal tray down. The company clerk rubbed his palms together
congratulating himself for earning the first spot on the chow line. A buttery
mix of vegetables, potatoes drizzled with gravy, and the choicest cuts of beef
to plug into his roll.
�Grimesy, you are
squared away!� He popped open his can of Schweppes and proceeded to
unlock his drawer where his secret stashes of Hostess cakes were.
�LATRINE!!!!�
Richard�s voice rose to the ceiling.
�AAAAHHH!!!!�
Grimes flung his Twinkies packet across the room. Lise and Richard were
standing in the office. Grimes� jaws worked furiously. �You- you�re-� He
pointed at Lise.
�Yeah I know. Now
where�s the fucking bathroom, soldier?!� Lise barked. Grimes pointed to a door
on the far left.
�Thank God!�
Richard ran ft, Lt, Lise sat down.
�Please! Have a
seat ma�am.� Grimes said.
�Thanks,� she said
sarcastically. Grimes picked up his Twinkies and lowered himself slowly
into his chair. �What time is it-� Lise glimpsed at the desk plate �-Sergeant
Grimes?�
�Umm�� He looked
at the digital wall clock. �A quarter after one.�
�Thank you.�
Grimes licked his
salty lips nervously. �I mean you�re really-�
�Uh-huh.� Lise
nodded.
�You�re father-�
TBC
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