Fiction Crime Star Alexander Black

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The buzzing of war was still ringing in most of the battle weary men on Guadalcanal, months after we finally secured Henderson field. That buzzing, although no real combat had taken place for weeks on end, made us anxious, jumpy, and ready to fight back at a moments notice.

I was ready to jump off that island, swim the ocean to the next battle. Nervous boredom was a worse death than having my head blown off.

Just as I was ready to go full blown nuts, a Presidential call for volunteers came in. Roosevelt said we needed good men for "A Dangerous and Hazardous Mission". I nearly cracked heads to get in the front of that line.

After months of training, just over 3000 of us known as Merrill's Marauders, jumped off in India to disrupt the Japanese 18th Infantry supply and communication lines in the jungles of Burma. Four months of noisy hell, that's what the march was. No tanks or heavy support against a force of one of the most battle hardened units in the world. And we were outnumbered at times, 8 to 1.

Thirty engagements and five major battles later, the unit had won its prize- the airfield at Myitkyina. It was during the final pitched combat that I was plugged in the leg. Jerry Hillerman dug the lead from my leg and made sure I was evacuated from the jungle.

From there, I spent time in one med facility after another, healing my leg and tamping down the demons of battle, until I landed in San Fransisco.

The war was over, I had no real prospects, and those demons kept lancing my soul....

I have hired R. Alex Crabtree to tell my story, and he has set up a home base for me at Crabbysbeach, a Squidoo Lensmaster blogging community. There, you can find updates and pieces of the puzzle belonging to me, including stories involving Jerry Hillerman, Tommy Sparks, and the one woman who captured my heart, Andie Rochelle.

All are welcome...