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Story: Ban Me Thuot

By: William T. Hathaway The two American advisors and their Vietnamese and Montagnard paratroopers marched up the metal ramp into the back of a C-130. As Spec.-4 O’Keefe took a sling seat against the fuselage, he wished the plane had…

Story: Sole to Soul

By: Vanessa Cutts Saul sat on the steps looking at his feet. He had been looking at his feet for nearly ten minutes wiggling his toes occasionally. Yesterday his pet rabbit had died. They had taken Bobby Bunny to the…

Story: For Love of Maria Luisa

For love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave; the coals thereof are coals of fire, which have a most vehement flame. The Song of Solomon 8:6                    1. FATHER AND SON Lights from the…

Story: It’s the Gift That Counts

By: Michael C. Keith The best gift of all is money, because you don’t have to wrap it.    –– Curtis Blais Every time a Christmas commercial for Mercedes, Cadillac, or BMW came on television, it boggled Barry Sudbury’s mind to…

Story: The Woman on The Beach

By: Ed Nichols I left my motel and walked up the beach, turned in front of the pier and walked over three blocks to Al’s Café. It was going to be a fine day. A few cottony clouds moved out of…

Story: The Diagnosis

By: William T. Hathaway When the doctor told dad he had fatal leukemia, he really fell apart. He wasn’t ready to die and couldn’t handle the finality of it all. The doctor tried to soften the news by saying the…

Story: Long Standing Career

By: Sri Ram Subsequently, I was asked to take up the Relationship Manager post for this profile and handle it. I complained that this would be a tough one to begin with but they reminded me of the many statements…

A John Ramm Monologue

By: JD DeHart I first found myself in the wood, nestled in dew and fog, where no one would pry and find me slumping. Life was rather perfect then. I occasionally had to use my horns to shoo some intruder…

Story: Butterfly

By: Tom Ray Ed Churchwell met Thuy at a promotion party at the officers club at Tan Son Nhat Air Force Base on the outskirts of Saigon. A couple of his colleagues at Combat Evaluation Center Echo (CECE, pronounced “See…