Tales of the Yellow Silk
By Derek Hart
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So, sit and read about a different kind of war. A war that had no rules, no sides, no objectives, no honor, no results, no history, no monuments, no winners, and no official players. It was real to those who lived it, men and women. Daily life was not filled with the dread of being killed by the civilian population, as in Vietnam. Americans patrolled, set ambushes, spied on the Khmer Rouge or Pathet Lao, and saw a lot of Cambodia or Laos, then came back for a cold beer.
Still, some of them didnt come back at all.
Derek Hart
Derek Hart is the prolific author of 28 action and adventure novels, known for their historical accuracy, while still maintaining a high level of entertainment. Romance is also a vital part of Derek Hart's trademark style and his novels generally appeal to men and women alike. Mr. Hart authored Secret of the Dragon's Eye, his first novel aimed at all age groups, which met with instant success and outstanding reviews. The author has since followed with Secret of the Dragon's Breath, Secret of the Dragon's Claw, Secret of the Dragon's Scales and Secret of the Dragon's Teeth. The final volume of the 6-episode series, Secret of the Dragon's Wings, will be available in November of 2018. He has since started a new series, post-apocalyptic in nature, with Minerva's Shield and Nike's Chariot. The third installment, Apollo's Plague came out in November 2017. Abandoned was published in March 2018 and Game Over premiered in June 2018. List of published books: Secret of the Dragon’s Eye Secret of the Dragon’s Breath Secret of the Dragon’s Claw Secret of the Dragon’s Scales Secret of the Dragon’s Teeth Secret of the Dragon’s Wings Claws of the Raven Danger Cruise Favor for FDR Crooked Cross Factor Tracks of the Predator For Love or Honor Bound Tales of the Yellow Silk Element of Surprise Seas Aflame Ice Flotilla High Altitude Low Opening Tangles of Truth Shadows in Replay Flag of Her Choosing Tidal Trap Dangerous (Poetry) Executive Firepower The CARLA Conspiracy The Wreckchasers Minerva's Shield Nike's Chariot Apollo's Plague Abandoned Game Over Mercury's Wings Before the Dead Walked Books coming soon: The Samuel Clemens Affair Pearl and Topaz By the Moon Darkly Broadmoor Manor Neptune's Trident Operation Sovereign Primary Weapon Saturn's Fire Tails of Thaddeus Enchanted Mesa Eagle Blue Last Guidon Excess Baggage Container Carta Codex Shipwreckers Romeo Tango The 5x5 Gang Desert Salvage
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Tales of the Yellow Silk - Derek Hart
All Rights Reserved © 2002 by Derek Hart
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Contents
Foreword
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Limited Tour, All Expenses Paid
Clipper
This Is the Orient?
Cambodian Red
Shall We Dance?
The Red Light District?
For King and Country
How About A Can of Raid?
Whose Jungle Is This, Anyway?
Firefight Delight
Have You Got A License for That?
Just Obeying Orders
No Way to Treat A Woman
Loyalty Never Rests
Pawns Without A Chessboard
Ha, Ha, April Fool’s!
Give it up, Son
Dedicated to: Dan Yake Dan Hubbs Randy Tippet
Raymond Johnson &
Mike Dizonno
Foreword
Tales of the Yellow Silk is best read under the following conditions.
A) 1 rare to medium-rare grilled ribeye steak, eaten voraciously before beginning.
B) 1 bottle of Jack Daniels, or if you insist, some other brand of bourbon or whiskey. Begin with 1 double shot, then continue sipping until bottle is consumed, or reader passes out.
C) 1 CD of In the Air Tonight,
by Phil Collins, playing continuously.
D) The entire collection of stories completed in one sitting.
Of course, for health reasons and common sense, the author does suggest caution when considering any of these conditions.
Burmese or Indo-Chinese tiger—Found in Thailand, and through Myanmar, southern China, Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam, and the Malay Peninsula. Males can be up to nine feet (2.74 meters) long and 400 pounds (181.4 kilograms). Females are eight feet (2.4 meters) long and 250 pounds (113.4 kilograms). Indo-Chinese tigers are smaller and darker than Bengal tigers.
Acknowledgements
One hot summer night, in Oklahoma City, many years ago, I was sitting on a streetside curb outside the Studebaker Bar. It was a beautiful night, full of twinkling stars and a playful wind that spurred one’s imagination. I admit that the moment was right to evoke all sorts of images, most deeply hidden in the recesses of my
soul.
Ann Iverson joined me at that curbside, a dear friend who innocently asked me what I was thinking. Her timing, coupled with our shared trust, unlocked a room kept guarded by time and self-preservation. So, I spun her a tale, a story of a young man, a beautiful Asian girl, yellow silk and war.
This little exchange led Ann to suggest I write the story down on paper, along with any others I could think of. And she didn’t let go of her suggestion either, but kept after me to sit down at my computer and write. Over one long holiday weekend, I took the telephone off the hook, opened up several bottles of Jack Daniels, grilled many rare ribeye steaks, and sat hunched over my keyboard, creating a series of short stories, or vignettes. Such was the birth of Tales of the Yellow Silk. To Ann Iverson I say—Thank you. She realized it was just something that needed to be written down.
Also, for many years, two very loyal friends have repeatedly requested that I pursue Tales of the Yellow Silk for publication. So, for John D’Ambrogio & Michele Desjardins, here then is their
wish realized.
—Derek Hart
Cover art designed by David M. Burke.
Introduction
Tales of the Yellow Silk is actually a collection of short stories, covering Sergeant James Kendle’s brief tour of duty in Thailand from October 1974 to June 1975. The naive young sergeant considered his assignment as both a grand adventure and exotic travelogue. Instead, he found himself embroiled in a highly sensitive love affair and assigned to a dangerous covert military operation.
Project (Plan) 404 was a secret CIA-funded mission using a complicated system of transferred Army elite soldiers, all attached to the 46th Special Forces Detachment in Lopburi, Thailand, near Bangkok. The operation was covert and illegal, for by that time, Congress had expressly forbidden all ground operations against North Vietnam, Laos, or Cambodia.
Most of the time was spent on helicopter taxi runs, inserting or extracting agents from the Cambodian countryside. A lot of days were spent hurrying up and waiting, or out on border patrols. There was a lot of boredom too, which resulted in some wild furloughs and R&R. With more frequency, however, the missions were deeper into enemy controlled territory and therefore increasingly dangerous.
It was official Army policy, that if anyone was captured or killed, while on any of these road trips,
the U.S. would disavow any knowledge of their existence. So these became a bunch of men not really there and not really doing anything. Perhaps it was this fact that determined some of Delta Team’s actions on April 1, 1975.
So, sit and read about a different kind of war. A war that had no rules, no sides, no objectives, no honor, no results, no history, no monuments, no winners, and no official players. It was real to those who lived it, men and women. Daily life was not filled with the dread of being killed by the civilian population, as in Vietnam. Americans patrolled, set ambushes, spied on the Khmer Rouge or Pathet Lao, and saw a lot of Cambodia or Laos, then came back for a cold beer.
Still, some of them didn’t come back.
CHAPTER 1
Limited Tour, All Expenses Paid
elcome to Thailand, Sergeant," shouted a voice over the V V noise of the engines.
I stood on the ramp of the C-130, duffel bag over one shoulder, dripping sweat in the sauna-like heat and humidity. The sky was clear, sun beating down on the tarmac, adding to the rising temperature. Everything—the smells, sounds, sights, and even me had changed. This was a different world.
The specialist stepped up onto the ramp and relieved me of the load. He pointed to a jeep and I stepped off, still in a flight-lag daze. I had been sitting over 18 hours on the floor of that plane, the same constant rumbling din settling into my brain. I tried to yawn it away, now that I was on the ground, but the dull roar remained.
You’ll be stationed in Lopburi, Sergeant,
the specialist stated after hoisting my footlocker into the jeep. It’s north of Bangkok. Don’t get too comfortable, though. The 46th is moving to Udorn, nearer Laos. It’s wilder over there. They call it Indian Country.
I tried to smile, but my stomach was beginning to relax, the muscles aching with the release of tension. I slipped on my beret and shoved my butt deeply into the seat.
I wanted to remember all I would see that day, but the forces of human nature were against me on that point too. Instead, I just kept straining my neck at all the passing girls. There were so many of them, each more beautiful than the last. They wore long tight sarongs—yellow, gold, green, purple, and red. The colors danced before my eyes. It was truly a land of extremes, as we passed giant Buddhas, enormous temples, and throngs of orange-wrapped monks.
Many people waved and twice, when stuck amongst all the human traffic, pretty young girls handed me flowers and giggled with traded smiles. I forgot about my earlier discomfort and marveled at the activity. The roads were packed with bicycles, carts, motor scooters, whole families on foot, and tiny foreign cars I had never seen before.
We skirted around Bangkok, though I could see the hotels and office buildings in the distance. The horizon shimmered with the heat, almost making me think it was all a mirage.
On the other side of the town of Lopburi, sat the 46th Special Forces Detachment complex. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have sworn I had arrived at a miniature Ft. Benning. I learned later that it had been erected in the 50’s, as the training camp for Operation White Star, the first Special Forces covert mission into Southeast Asia.
The jeep pulled to a stop at the headquarters building. I groaned with stiffness while easing myself from the seat.
Major Frank Bassett is the CO, Sergeant,
the specialist informed me. I’ll take your gear over to your hootch, while you report.
Thanks, Specialist,
I replied. Thanks for everything.
He saluted. No problem, Sergeant. It gives me an excuse to get away from this dump.
With that, he drove off.
Once inside, I was escorted to the major’s office. Standing straight as I could muster, I filled the air with my voice. Sergeant James Ken-dle, reporting for duty, sir.
I handed over my transfer papers.
The major smiled, removing his glasses to wipe the sweat from around his eyes. At ease, Sergeant. Welcome to Lopburi.
Thank you, sir.
The officer stood up and grabbed his green beret. I’ll introduce you to Lieutenant Bosley and Team Delta, your LRRP team.
Thank you, sir. I’d like that.
I fell in step beside him.
I understand you’re Pathfinder qualified,
the major remarked as we strolled across the parade ground.
Well, yes, sir—82nd Airborne, 2nd Battalion, 505 Infantry. I’m on loan, I’d guess you’d say. I volunteered for this pilot program, as soon as I was Ranger qualified.
The major slipped on his green beret and I followed suit with my maroon one. The major looked at it, saying, Airborne Colors?
Is there something wrong, sir?
I was aghast.
No, son, it isn’t that there’s anything wrong, really. It’s just that Rangers wear black. It’s an identity crisis, I think. I’ll see you get one today.
Thank you, sir.
Don’t mention it, Sergeant. Ah, here we are.
At a small barracks building marked with a big red D over the door, the major stopped, knocked twice and entered.
Attention!
came a shout and as we stepped inside, everyone jumped to his feet.
At ease, gentlemen,
the major said. He faced one of the men, dressed in a white T-shirt and khaki pants.
Lieutenant Dale Bosley,
the major began the introduction. I’d like you to meet Sergeant James Kendle, Delta’s new team-leader.
The lieutenant stepped over quickly and shook my hand. He was instantly the kind of guy everybody liked. Maybe that made him a shitty officer, I don’t know, but it sure put my mind at ease. After all, it wasn’t like there was a war going on, or anything.
Welcome, Sergeant Kendle,
Lt. Bosley spoke quietly. This fine establishment has been dubbed, ‘The Dirty Pit’.
Thank you, Lieutenant, sir,
I said.
LT, just call me LT. It’s easier.
Okay LT, I think I can handle that.
The rest of the men chuckled.
Major Bassett cleared his throat. Well, Dale, I’ll leave you to getting this team acquainted. I know you have recon exercises all planned, so the sooner they’re ready to hit the regular schedule, the better. Good day, gentlemen.
Good day, sir,
we all said in unison, straightening again.
As the door banged shut, Lt. Bosley led me to the first man.
This is Sergeant Daniel Stubbs,
began the lieutenant. He’s your radio operator and loves anything from New York.
I shook his hand.
Next.
This is Sergeant Mike Pagnetti. He’s from Chicago and the oldest of the group, which he will remind you about often. This is Mike’s third tour of duty, the first being in Vietnam. Pagnetti is a great shot and has been there, so rely on him.
Pagnetti leaned out to me and laughed. To shoot at what, I don’t know. I’m glad you’re here, Sarge. Go Cubbies.
I shook his hand, but only nodded. I was a St. Louis Cardinal fan myself.
Next.
This is Sergeant David Pike. He’s your explosives expert, engineer, and by-the-book man. He knows all the regulations and how to get away with breaking them. We’re losing him to Officer Candidate School in the near future, whenever I decide you can operate without him.
Pike came to attention, then shook my hand. My pleasure, Sergeant.
Down the other side.
Next.
This is Specialist Sandy Hackett. He too is from Chicago.
I shook his hand and barely controlled my laughter. Hackett was mouthing the lieutenant’s words, while imitating Richard Nixon.
Hackett was…
I cannot tell a lie,
he mimicked. I used to be a crook. However, now I’m the only brother in this team. Some say I’m a token nigger, but don’t you ever call me that, unless I gives you permission.
He laughed at my now shocked expression, the others joining in.
Hackett slapped his hand on my shoulder. Relax, Sarge. I’m the best thing that ever happened to this team. If any of these bums gives you trouble, I’ll make sure it’s the last time.
Next.
This is Specialist Raymond Johnson. We call him ‘Bulldozer’. Home is Pine Bluff, Arkansas and he carries your M-60 or M-203.
I understood the nickname. He was big, 6’4 and maybe 270 pounds, built like a tree. With enormous arms and his bare chest over-developed, he looked like a wrestler.
Pleased to meet you, Sergeant,
Johnson replied, almost meekly. That was all.
Specialist Hackett pointed to a door at the rear of the barrack. Your bunk is in there, Sarge, since you’re Top now.
Lieutenant Bosley became instantly serious, the mood altering with the change in his voice. This is your team now, Sergeant Ken-dle. I know you’re new at this and that’s why I’m here. To assist and advise with your advanced training. You’ll eat, sleep, shit, shower, shave, and beat-off with these guys, until you do everything as a team.
He paused. You do, however, get the most privacy to do the latter.
I chuckled and it was a good start. They all followed along. Then the lieutenant departed and I checked out my room. It was pretty nice, considering. I started to unpack my duffel and locker. My stomach was doing barrel rolls. Who was I kidding? They must know that Thailand was my first posting, that this was my first tour of duty? They must.
I wouldn’t get too cozy, Sarge,
Hackett commented over my shoulder. Rumor has it we’re bound for Udorn.
So I heard,
I replied.
Sergeant Pagnetti decided to try and break the ice even further. Listen, Sarge, since you’re going to be the top dog around here, we decided we should get to know each other in a hurry. The LT cleared it with the CO before you arrived. We’ve got 48-hour passes, you included. How’d you like to go into Bangkok and get laid?
I turned around slowly, checking their faces. It was my first test. With as stern a face as possible I said, Let me unpack, take a dump, take a shower, and then I’m with you guys all the way.
They cheered.
"Shit, Sarge, we’ve