Arizona Moon. J.M. Graham

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       This book was brought to publication with the generous assistance of Marguerite and Gerry Lenfest.

      Naval Institute Press

      291 Wood Road

      Annapolis, MD 21402

      © 2016 by J. M. Graham

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

       Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

      Names: Graham, J. M. (James M.), author.

      Title: Arizona moon: a novel of Vietnam / J. M. Graham.

      Description: Annapolis, MD: Naval Institute Press, 2016.

      Identifiers: LCCN 2016026692 | ISBN 9781682470725 (epub)

      Subjects: LCSH: Vietnam War, 1961–1975—Fiction. | Soldiers—Vietnam—Fiction. | United States. Marine Corps—Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / War & Military. | GSAFD: War stories.

      Classification: LCC PS3607.R3375 A75 2016 | DDC 813/.6—dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016026692

      

Print editions meet the requirements of ANSI/NISO z39.48-1992 (Permanence of Paper).

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      First printing

       This book is dedicated to all those

       who left boot prints in the Arizona and remember the costs.

       And to Linda, who rescues me daily.

      Contents

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Chapter 34

      Chapter 35

      Epilogue

      About the Author

       Acknowledgments

      I’d like to thank the staff of the Naval Institute Press for their invaluable help in bringing Arizona Moon to print. They include Gary Thompson, who saw potential in the manuscript; Mindy Conner, whose editorial eye identified the right words (and the wrong ones); Nick Lyle; Robin Noonan; Claire Noble; Judy Heise; and Brian Walker. I’d also like to thank Walt Lyon, the first to read Arizona Moon, and especially Linda, my better half, my personal IT department, and my constant reminder that I’m not as smart as I think I am.

       1

       QUANG NAM PROVINCE, VIETNAM

       October 1967, the Year of the Goat

      The Arizona was scarred with trails that went in every direction, but to use them meant death. This was the most heavily mined landscape in Vietnam, where the booby-trappers and minelayers had free rein to ply their deadly craft, and some had raised it to a high art. Every bit of unexploded U.S. ordnance in the An Hoa Basin found its way into the Arizona, creatively transformed into some horrific surprise for the unwary, the careless, or the unlucky. From Go Noi Island all the way south to where the Song Thu Bon twisted around the Que Son Mountains, every step was a gamble unless the boot print of the man ahead proved the spot reliable. You trusted only the ground you stood on. And even then you weren’t completely sure.

      The three-man fire team waded the shallow stream and climbed the embankment on the far side. They were the point element of Golf Company’s 1st Platoon from the 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines, out of An Hoa combat base on the fifth day of a weeklong, no-name operation beyond the Song Thu Bon. The October monsoon season alternated blistering heat with blinding downpours that kept the river running brown and fast, and everyone in the platoon miserable. The trailing man carried a PRC-25 field radio, known affectionately as the “prick.” An olive-drab towel hung around his neck, and he mopped his face with one end as he reached level ground. The morning heat that had transformed last night’s rain into steam under the jungle canopy suddenly evaporated into a wide clearing. The three Marines stood a few yards apart catching their breath, water draining from the air vents in their jungle boots.

      The point man squatted at the clearing’s edge, his M16 tucked under an arm. He looked back at the other two. “This looks like the spot,” he said. “Get Lieutenant Diehl on the horn.”

      Twisted wire from a C ration box made a makeshift hook that hung the black plastic handset from the pocket of the radioman’s flak jacket. He lifted it from the hook, held it to his ear, and squeezed. “Gimme One Actual,” he said.

      The radio hissed and a small, faint voice answered, “Roger, wait one.”

      Within seconds another voice cut through the static. “One Actual.”

      The radioman looked back into the trees as though looking in the lieutenant’s direction might be helpful. “Be advised, we have the LZ, sir.”

      The radio squelched and the lieutenant’s voice jumped the two hundred yards to the radioman’s ear with all the force and power of two tin cans on a string. “How big a landing zone is it?”

      The radioman turned back to the clearing, estimating the distance to the far side. “It’s big enough. We got some trees in the middle to deal with, but the rest is low brush and grass.”

      The other two Marines moved off to the side, being careful to stay inside the concealment of the shade. The point man took deep gulps from his canteen.

      The radioman held his M16 at his side by the sight mount as he listened. Finally he said, “Roger that,” and hung the handset back on