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Author's note: During the early part of February, 1968 I was drafted into the US Army, another term for being drafted was, and still is, being "inducted" into the service. I wrote "The Induction" in the year 2000 but it is how I felt by the later part of my tour in Nam and still do. If you don't understand it please ask a Vietnam Veteran who has COMBAT experience or some one with good English language skills to explain it, thank you. The Induction Forcefully inducted into their society by an incredible power, unable to resist, ignorant of the reality of their motives, unsure of what to do, I became, slowly, one of them. Trained in their ways, I learned to be the hunter, practiced in their arts, I learned to survive as the hunted. Indoctrinated by their master teachers, I learned who it was that was superior, and who, by their ways, was our enemy. They sent me then to be amongst our kind in a land far away. This was the contest they spoke so reverently of. Here our skills would be tested. Not soon after, I practiced what I was taught, one must kill to survive. I was young, strong, and invincible, though my siblings, brothers and sisters, were dying and being maimed all around me, my appetite for the hunt increased. I had become one of the undead, dispensing death while suspended in a dream. Much of the fighting was done in the darkness of night. Senses honed to their peak, the hunt sometimes was quite easy, and it went on, and I enjoyed it. An entire year passed in this unholy manner. Time and again I did what I was trained so well to do, mercilessly, unthinkingly, and became engorged with a bloodlust for the ultimate sport. And then they again exerted their power, they removed me back to land of the living. But all was different now, having lived as a Vampyre, nothing since has seemed as real. Nothing can ever be the same as it was before the induction. And so I now live in the shadows, between what was and dreams that can never be. A young fool become old. Corrupted, but alive. The dream has become a nightmare. I am but a shell of who I could have been, their power lives on. |
Some Other Pages On My Site Which May Be of Interest
One Day in Nam (for Chuck)
The Man On The Bus
Forgotten Heroes
For The Future (p.1)
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