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The Red of Flowing Blood I See
The United States Government has sent Chuck Franklin a personal invitation to Vietnam, one that he really can’t refuse… or can he? For reasons not typical of most draft dodgers, he finds himself in Canada, embraced by a family who has seen their own son cross the 49th parallel in order to serve with the US Marines in support of the South Vietnamese. Now he must decide if spending the rest of his life in exile is any less a sentence to hell than the jungles of southern Asia would be.
325 pages, Paperback
First published May 22, 2012
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Mary Cote
20 books14 followersMary writes her books while sitting under a cherry tree in the middle of nowhere, British Columbia, gaining inspiration from her two sons, and Herbert the WonderDog.
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November 26, 2012
What are We Fighting For?
Mary Cote's 'The Red of Flowing Blood I See' chronicles a visceral, soul-wrenching journey of one young man in a world he didn't make, but one he must grasp and keep, at any cost.
At nineteen, Chuck Franklin, foot and heart-sore, has gone to Canada rather than to Vietnam per his draft notice. His reasons echo another's, yet he keeps his peace and tries to blend in, to live and work among new friends. Unconsciously, his presence fills the lack of a beloved son of Canada fighting in the jungles half a world away.
Truths are held in abeyance, as Chuck finds himself caring more and more for those around him. After one tragedy follows another, Chuck makes a decision that could land him in prison. His choice opens his eyes to the price of belief, even as the eyes of a loved one, left in ignorance and despair, close forever.
This is a must-read, for those who are still trying to understand the whys of the Viet Nam war, and can't find the answer.
Mary Cote's 'The Red of Flowing Blood I See' chronicles a visceral, soul-wrenching journey of one young man in a world he didn't make, but one he must grasp and keep, at any cost.
At nineteen, Chuck Franklin, foot and heart-sore, has gone to Canada rather than to Vietnam per his draft notice. His reasons echo another's, yet he keeps his peace and tries to blend in, to live and work among new friends. Unconsciously, his presence fills the lack of a beloved son of Canada fighting in the jungles half a world away.
Truths are held in abeyance, as Chuck finds himself caring more and more for those around him. After one tragedy follows another, Chuck makes a decision that could land him in prison. His choice opens his eyes to the price of belief, even as the eyes of a loved one, left in ignorance and despair, close forever.
This is a must-read, for those who are still trying to understand the whys of the Viet Nam war, and can't find the answer.
May 24, 2012
The friends who fought-the ones-yes I have friends that left the country because of their spirits as much as I have ones that because of their spirits did what they knew in their hearts to be right and honoroable-both sets of friends made their decisions based on honor and moral courage-should be thought of with respect.
This book for those who did not live in that era or were brain dead is a must read. Why? It is our history-my guts were ripped out of me then and as I read this not only professionally written book but one that as few are able to do regardless of subject-ripped out my guts in memory of these friends.
For me as a reader this reaction is one I seek in most of the books I read. If you are interested only in the banal blitherings of some reasonable writer who concocts any writing to simply appeal to the mass hysteria of mediocrity this book is not for you. If, however, that is not the case I have only one suggestion.
Buy it!
This book for those who did not live in that era or were brain dead is a must read. Why? It is our history-my guts were ripped out of me then and as I read this not only professionally written book but one that as few are able to do regardless of subject-ripped out my guts in memory of these friends.
For me as a reader this reaction is one I seek in most of the books I read. If you are interested only in the banal blitherings of some reasonable writer who concocts any writing to simply appeal to the mass hysteria of mediocrity this book is not for you. If, however, that is not the case I have only one suggestion.
Buy it!
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