They obscured her figure, Eriksson says, but he has the impression that she was slender and slight, and was perhaps five feet two or three inches tall. Like most rural women, she was dressed in loose-fitting black pajamas. He also remembers that she was wearing dusty earrings made of bluish glass he noticed the trinkets because they gave off a dull glint one bright afternoon when he was assigned to stand guard over her. He does remember, though, that she had a prominent gold tooth, and that her eyes, which were dark brown, could be particularly expressive.
Eriksson considers himself hazy about the girl’s looks. Eriksson and four other enlisted men were then on a reconnaissance patrol in the vicinity of the girl’s home. The image is that of a Vietnamese peasant girl, two or three years younger than he was, whom he met, so to speak, on November 18, 1966, in a remote hamlet in the Central Highlands, a few miles west of the South China Sea. But, as Eriksson unhesitatingly acknowledges, the fact is that when he thinks of his tour of duty in Vietnam it is always a single image that comes to his mind. An infantryman, Eriksson saw a fair amount of action, so, if he chose, he could reminisce about strong points he helped take and fire fights in which he was pinned down, and one ambush, in particular, in which half his unit was wounded. Just seeing an Asian country, for instance, was an adventure, Eriksson says, its landscape so different from the frozen plains of his corner of Minnesota he had never before splashed through paddy fields, he told me, or stood blinking in the sudden sunlessness of lush, entangled jungle, or wandered uncertainly through imprisoning fields of towering elephant grass. Naturally, Eriksson’s experiences in Vietnam were varied, and many of them impressed themselves vividly on his mind. Honorably discharged in April, 1968, this new war veteran, who is twenty-four and comes from a small farming community in northwestern Minnesota, isn’t even sure that he would care to hold on to his recollections, if it were possible for him to control his memory.
Former Private First Class Sven Eriksson-as I shall call him, since to use his actual name might add to the danger he may be in-has also come back with his memories, but he has no idea what the future will do to them. The books follow Neil as he is sucked up into an exy team that resembles a more volatile island of misfit toys, and the reader watches as he slowly allows himself to love and be loved by them, like an infant rolling out of a swaddle to lay bare in its mother's arms.Like their predecessors in all wars, American veterans of the Vietnamese campaign who are coming home to civilian life have their heads filled with memories that may last the rest of their days, for, no matter how far from the front a man may have spent his time as a soldier, he will remember it as a special time, when, fleetingly, his daily existence appeared to approach the heroic. He surrenders his life on the run to return to his childhood love, a sport called exy, invented by Sakavic, similar to lacrosse but more violent and far more popular.
The foxhole court wikipedia series#
The series is about a young boy named Neil who is on the run from his murderous father a boy who, in the last eight years, has gone through nearly countless countries and 22 fake names. I love paper books more than most things in this world. For many this last thing might not be an issue – for myself it was a drawback that, for quite some time, hindered my desire to enter into the series. Consequently, it has very simple covers, quite a few grammar mistakes an editor would have caught, and, worst of all, is all available only as e-books.
The series, called "All For the Game," was written by Nora Sakavic and self-published. I suppose I should give some explanation as far as what this book actually is.
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