. Book Two
Frank and Marie
The orange-red sun was setting on another sweltering day in the Philippines when our C-130 touched down at Cubi Point Naval Air Station. The war in Vietnam was nine-hundred miles behind me and I could finally relax as the target on my back melted away. The creepy feeling that I was a sniper’s target had been with me for months. For the next week at least, I wouldn’t have to look for cover every time a Jeep backfired.
The Hercules taxied off the runway and came to a stop in front of the air terminal. We—myself – Chief Petty Officer Frank Bailey, and Petty Officers Sam McBride and Otis Parker—were impatient to get to the barracks and change into civilian clothes but had to wait for Customs. Spirits were high and several of the aircrewmen laughed and kidded around…
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