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Numba One-Numba Ten
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Nat Helms |
$8.95 (US Dollars) ( 357 Pages )
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Numba One-Numba Ten -- eBook Sample --- |
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It all happened in the 'Nam before Kool became a Muslim and rejected violence in favor of dialogue except for people who really deserved it. It had to happen. Before the war he was a budding revolutionary from Detroit who got inducted for dropping out of high school. He liked to say that fighting for peace in Vietnam was like fucking for virginity. The white boys who knew Kool thought he was stone-cold, like the drawers in the Motor City morgue where two of his brothers were stored for awhile. That was only artful pretense. Kool was a steam kettle waiting to explode.
In the field Kool was sudden death; a dark shadow with a machine gun. In the rear, where he held court with the other revolutionary brothers, he did intricate dap and made political speeches full of power fists and secret handshakes that drove the white lifers crazy. His angry rhetoric scared them, and that made them angry too, so he was always burning shit, or digging holes, or carrying garbage. Kool blamed his misfortune on being black. Pettibone attributed his misfortune to being an asshole most of the time.
Kool's A-gunner, the guy who carries the bullets and tools for the pig, was a fellow black named Greene, a quiet Mississippi Delta sharecropper's son without any pretenses. Greene had an unsophisticated mind and a Bo Jangles manner that kept the lifer's venom away. His arms were too long for his perpetually unbuttoned shirt and his ankles hung out from under his unbloused pant's legs. He had huge knuckles that were always cracked and scabby looking. Kool frequently accused Greene of having a nappy head.
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Other eBooks by this Author
| Journey into Madness |  | Journey into Madness is a first-person account of Helms' remarkable journey across war-torn Bosnia during the height of the Bosnian civil war. For five months Helms sought out and interviewed the soldiers, mercenaries, victims, and diplomats responsible for leading former Yugoslavia to destruction. (An optional CD with exciting images will be available for sale soon!) |
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