"Reeves, James R & Taylor, James Carl - Vietnam 02 - Covert Actions" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reeves James R)

room of an American officer to kidnap him and turn
him over to NISO interrogators for questioning. It
might be the end of his career. It might be the end of
his life-1 had come to Vietnam to fight communists-
armed Vietcong and NVA regulars. I'd never once
thought I might be moving against a fellow Ameri-
can. It went against the grain. Despite all the training
and indoctrination they'd put us through, it just didn't
seem right. It was more like something the enemy
would do. Once we went in that room, once we laid
hands on him, there was no turning back. We were
committed to a course of action, and we'd have to
live with the memory of it for the rest of our lives. If
I was going to back out, it would have to be now.
How the hell had I gotten myself into this situation?

Not many who know me would believe it, but I
was raised in a real churchy family. When I was a
kid I went to church every Sunday and read my Bible
for Sunday school, too, but not much of it took. I was
aware of the book of Job back then, but I never paid
much attention to it. I was young, and full of piss and
vinegar, and figured none of that kind of thing was
going to happen to me.

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Lately, though, I've been thinking that maybe old Job
and me have a lot more in common than I realized back
then. Of course, he was a godly man, and he didn't do
anything to bring on all his bad luck. It seems like God
and Satan had a little bet going about whether Job could
bear up if times were hard, and God let Satan dump on
Job. Kind of shiny business, if you ask me. I mean,
wasn't Job making all those sacrifices and crap in the
first place just so God would look after him?

Anyway, I made some sacrifices too: four years of
my life, and some blood, and the hearing in my left
ear, not to mention going through a lot of fearsome
and worrisome times. I did that for the people of the
United States, because it was their government that
said they needed me to do it. I expected a few things
from them in return, like getting my life started again,
and some help with my medical bills, maybe a break
getting a job. Instead, they dumped on me. They
made me a scapegoat for the war, and turned their
backs on me when it came to getting a job or even
trying to tell them why I was unhappy.