We were lost and tired.
The cockpit crew died when our transport was shot down over the empty jungle. They were the only ones who knew where we were and which way we needed to go.
But we had to move.
Have you ever walked for days in a sticky oven with no food? How about knowing a sniper could be in any tree, a boobytrap on any path?
We approached the ratty house, arms drawn.
It had been empty for decades. Not a scrap to eat.
But we found a sign – Ashtabula.
Port Cleveland wasn’t too far!
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Ashtabula is a town in Ohio, a bit east of Cleveland. I wanted to say “Akron”, but the punchline would have been softened. I like the sound of “Ashtabula” better – it was used in A Bob Dylan song, “You’ll Make Me Lonely When You Go”. With the title and jungle warfare, I wanted people to think Vietnam, not Ohio ;)
I was super busy last week and didn’t read many FF posts. Hopefully I’ll get to more this week.