Vietnam and Frankie

Frankie has come back from Vietnam on leave. Mick then comes back wih him and finds out that war is not an adventur, but a deadly game of hide-and-shoot.
No one can win...................the only way to win is to be killed...................

Chapter 1

Frankie Amorist

Hey old mate,
It’s no good over here. This war’s gonna kill me. That’s if it doesn’t kill my mate first.
There’s talk of doing another bombing. The Americans have ordered it against the villages on the far north of Vietnam. Erring on the bad side of it, if you ask me, but I’m no military expert so I couldn’t say I was completely right in that statement mate. I do know this though. Innocent lives are at stake. I wouldn’t be surprised if they redrew this whole bomb operation. The human cost is too great. There are people in those villages that are like you and me, Jim. They’re just citizens trying to survive this dreadful, cold and cruel war. As you know, I didn’t sign up for this. Had I had it my way, I would’ve told those ***king bastards to go & **** themselves. Honestly..................this **** is so, so stupid. Even the****ed up rifles that the ****ed up Geezers gave us are a piece of ****! Honestly, if you were over here, which I can bet won’t be very long now, you would be swearing too! Actually, you would be just a ****ed up as I ****ing am now!
Wishing you all the very best,
Yours very truly, to the very end, Frankie Amorist

Poor Frankie, he was completely right in what he’d said. It was a completely stupid, not to mention stuffed up war. Fighting for nothing has never been Frankie’s idea of a good and fair fight. He was also right in the fact that it’ll soon be my turn to go. I really feel for Frankie....................poor bloke..................
I’m a farmer so I don’t think that I can really relate with Frankie enlisting in the armed forces. My job is mainly tending to my farm and that’s how I make a living. I’m a farm hand. I chose that job, mainly because I like working in rural areas. I’m kind of regretting my job choice. That reason is because I was born in the Vietnam era. God help me, I hope I don’t get the letter that everyone else has. Nearly all my mates are over in Vietnam. I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m one of the ones that have been trying to avoid the military for ages now. I’ve been doing well so far. I’ve managed to keep the nasty buggers off my back for............about a good two years now. I know I’ll get caught in the end though.
That’s why when I woke up this morning and went down to pick up the post; it wasn’t too much of a bolt from the blue when the dirty envelope came in the mail. I don’t know how I felt as I picked it up. I knew what it contained. I was too frightened to open it though. If I opened it, I would know that it wasn’t a nightmare and that I was wide awake. I opened it however and was very sorry that I did it at once. It was what I thought it was. It was a letter of recruitment. It was a letter of my recruitment. Frankie could’ve been a prophet! I knew that it didn’t take Einstein to figure that I couldn’t hide from the government and their stupid ideas forever. It was only a matter of time. Frankie had been saying those words for years and years. I had been saying the same words for years and years as well. I should’ve enlisted when Frankie first did. I wouldn’t have had this happen if I had of done that.
I really didn’t know how I was going to tell Mum about this. Dad would be proud of me for just getting chosen, but Mum..................I really didn’t know how I was going to go about telling her. That was a bit of a sore spot for me.
About ten minutes later after that happened, I decided to ring my parents up to tell them about the news. It was a sad telephone conversation too, mind you.
I picked up the phone and dialed my parent’s number. I waited until someone picked up the phone. I then heard my younger sister, Denise’s voice on the other side, “Hey Mick! ‘Sup friend?” I sighed with relief. I didn’t particularly want Mum to answer the phone right away. I wanted to save the bad news until later.
“I’m okay, I guess.” I answered her. I didn’t really wish to tell her the truth at the moment. She probably wouldn’t understand, but still, what if she told Mum? I knew that Mum was already in a bit of financial trouble. I didn’t really want to add to her complications right now.
I didn’t hear anything from the other end for a few minutes. Then, suddenly, I heard Denise’s voice again, “You don’t sound very happy, Mick. Is there anything that you wanna tell me now? Anything at all mate?”
I shook my head, “No Denise, there’s nothing to tell you. I’m fine, just a bit tired, that’s all, my fellow comrade.” I lied. I’m such a bad liar. I hoped that it was enough to suck Denise right in. As it turned out, god worked in my way and it was enough to get her sucked in.
“Okay Mick. Listen, have you heard form Frankie lately? The last time that I heard from him, he said he was in Vietnam. Apparently, he thinks that you’ll soon be joining him. What’s the story there?” She asked.
I froze and I felt as if a brick had dropped into my stomach. Oh, boy, I was gonna have to face the storm and tell Denise the truth. That won’t make me look good at all, what a shame.
I sighed and said, “If I tell you something Denise, will you swear to never tell anyone about it? I trust you with this secret. If anyone’s near you now, I want you to take the cordless extension and hide in the closet with it. If Mum finds out, she’ll have a mental breakdown, right comrade?” I then paused as I waited for her to answer my request.
“Alright mate, you can trust me with this. Hang on, I’ll just go and get the cordless. I’ll be right back, okay mate?” She replied. I then heard a clunk as she dropped the phone and then heard a thump-thump-thump as she presumably ran upstairs to get the cordless.
A few minutes later I heard Denise’s voice, “Hello, you still there Mick?”
“Yes, I’m still here. I can hear you Denise, go ahead.” I answered her.
“What’s it that you wanna tell me?” She asked.
I sighed and spoke again in a resigned voice, “There’s something displeasing I have to tell you. Frankie was precise. I just got a dispatch today. I’m conscripted to go to the Vietnam War. I know it sounds nasty, but I know that you’ll be better off at the end of the day because of me. I don’t want you to cry for me. I don’t warrant the pity. Save your pity for those who are deceased. They’re the ones who need it, not me. I’ll be right; Frankie will take excellent care of me and vice-versa. Really, I don’t need your pity. I’ll be all right, I’m strong and I’ll live to tell the tale, Denise, okay comrade?”
“No problem mate. Won’t tell mum, don’t worry. You’re dead right. She’ll have a mental break-down. See ya mate. Be careful.” came Denise’s voice from the other end of the line.
I nodded. “Yeah, okay mate, stay safe. Talk to ya later, bye-bye.” I said. I then heard a clunk as Denise placed the phone back into the cradle. I placed the phone back into the cradle. Right at that moment, I’d never felt so alone in my life.................Really, I hadn’t............
I knew dad. He wasn’t gonna torture himself over it. He’d been conscripted to go into the Second World War. He wasn’t gonna care if I was conscripted. He’d have a bit of sympathy for me, sure, but crying, I don’t think so. Somehow, I just couldn’t see my father crying over something so trivial. He’d told me himself that I was probably gonna get picked because I was a farm hand. Frankie had said the same thing. Damn the government and the way they did things around here! The old curse has hit my family again! Goddamn it! Why does everything always have to happen to me! Why couldn’t it have been someone else instead? Why, oh why did it have to be me!
It was then that I heard a knock on the door. I crossed the room to open the door. As I did so, I got the shock of my life. Why, it was Frankie Amorist and he was in his military uniform and all!


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