Vignettes from a C-130

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Some things are much larger and more important than the individual, as a rural New Mexico boy learns when he joins the Marine Corps. More

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Published by FrostProof 808
Words: 7,590
Language: English
ISBN: 9781458170071
About Harvey Stanbrough

Harvey Stanbrough is an award-winning writer and poet. He’s fond of saying he was born in New Mexico, seasoned in Texas, and baked in Arizona. After 21 years in the US Marine Corps, he managed to sneak up on a BA degree at Eastern New Mexico University in Portales in 1996. Because he is unable to do otherwise, he splits his writing personality among four personas: Gervasio Arrancado writes magic realism; Nicolas Z “Nick” Porter writes spare, descriptive, Hemingway-style fiction; and Eric Stringer writes the fiction of an unapologetic neurotic. Harvey writes whatever they leave to him. You can see their full bios at HEStanbrough.com.

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Review by: Sam Turner on Dec. 17, 2011 :
Forgot to rate this book. If you've every been in the military-or not-this gives a clear picture. Well worth a read.
Sam Turner
(reviewed long after purchase)

Review by: Sam Turner on Dec. 16, 2011 : (no rating)
VIGNETTES from a C-130:
Harvey:
I was 14 years old when Marine Gunnery Master Sergeant D. Alexander stayed with my family for three months. He had retired after 35 years. (He was a cousin of my mother’s. They grew up together in Shepherd, Texas.) He made all the landings in the Pacific until he was wounded on Eniwetok with a bullet through a muscle in his leg. By way of ongoing physical therapy, he had me hike with him on the Bright Angel Trail across the Grand Canyon. (I lived on the South Rim.) Being an only child, I looked up to him as an uncle.

I remember resting on a switch back and saying, “This is just like the Marines, isn’t it Drummond?”

A dark cloud came over his usually smiling face and he answered, “No, Sammy. This isn’t at all like the Marines.”

Even at fourteen I sensed that I had struck a serious chord with him.

Years later, long after he had moved on, I realized that he must have had what is now called PMT. He couldn’t sit still for more than five minutes. Even now, I can’t imagine what terror, what horror he must have felt with each landing of an island. There were moments when your vignettes touched me again as I thought of Drummond. They brought tears. Thank you for sharing.
Sam Turner
(reviewed long after purchase)

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