Vietnam DMZ 1968
This is a short story that is the first two chapters of a book I have almost finished.Vietnam DMZ 1968 - A Flashback It was over in less than a minute. The fog was mixed with the smell of gunpowder. It’s the kind of smell that gets up you’re nose - puts the hairs on end. Nick’s squad knew, when he threw out the white phosphorous grenade - that’s it - no more fire. A willy peter grenade will light an area up like a circus tent. Wait a few seconds more, for emotions to settle down. Then down to the trail to...