CaptivityA Story by Haim KadmanTRCJ https://www.oauthor.com/buy/The_remote_control_job www.freado.com/book/16948/the-remote-control-jobCaptivity "The
Remote Control Job" An
excerpt About
eighteen months before the "Tat Offensive" during the month of
September sixty seven, Nick Spree (Nicholas Spreelski is his full name) known
better in his outfit as "Sitting duck", fell into an enemy's ambush.
He was caught alive against all odds, and was kept so in spite of the reigning
jungle laws. It
took place when he was lagging several yards behind the last soldier in his
squad, on a night patrol. A habit he had adapted just recently, which had
nothing to do with physical weakness or sudden fatigue; but it served him as an
instinctive safety measure, which did save his life several times on such
similar occasions. Whenever
a fire encounter broke out he was far off and quite safe, away from the
dangerous scene's heart, and he managed to reach it right after everything was
over and done with. This
state of affairs that lasted successfully up to that certain encounter, failed
him this time. He fell into the hands of his captor, a young and sturdy North
Vietnamese as an over ripe fruit falling off a tree. Clutching his victim's
throat with his left hand, the assailant was ready to stab Nick with a ready
drawn dagger, (a USN commando knife by the way.). As Nick showed no signs of
resistance and hanged limply backwards on his captor's firm frame without
uttering a sound, the latter changed his mind and summoned a hidden partner of
his, with a low and strange whistle; imitating some jungle fowl, and shoved his
dagger back into its sheath. They
dragged Nick who was shocked with fear to a nearby trench, which was camouflaged
in perfect skill. There they relieved him of all his weapons, tied him and
gagged his mouth; and waited patiently till the rest of the enemy's squad,
Nick's comrades in fact; regrouped, and spared just a few more moments to
search him in vain and vanished into the jungle's depth. About
an hour later on a narrow path through the jungle's undergrowth leading north,
Nick reached the highest level of physical fitness he could have ever reached,
under curses, shouts and blows of his own rifle's butt. Within
three hectic days in which he hardly slept, had very little to eat and no rest
at all; they reached at last a small jungle village at about sunset, which
served as one of the Viet-Cong centers in the vicinity. Nick
was thrown into a bamboo cage and fell asleep almost immediately, right after
having hit the cage's floor. There
were some more cages close to his own, of the same kind and for the same
purpose; from some of those cages some other captives tried to contact him in
vain. The low calls, the whispers died away soon and the steady chirps of the
jungle's insects, dominated again the menacing darkness. At
about midnight they came to fetch him for his first interrogation, and though
he was threatened, abused, slapped and beaten, he kept dozing on his feet
mumbling furiously half asleep: ‘Leave me alone, you stupid jerks...! Get off
my back...! What the hell...!’ Without realizing at all where he was, and what
were the actual circumstances in which he was involved. On
the next morning of course, he did not and could not recall any of the details,
which took place just a few hours earlier. A
group of villagers were brought along, led by a young man clad in black. They
moved his cage to a tiny clearing a couple of hundred yards away; leaving him
there under the scorching sun rays to roast slowly, prey to hoards of flies at
day time and to feed the mosquitoes during the night. In
a short while after having been brought there, Nick conducted a delirious
parley fervently and aloud in a series of incoherent shouts, turning into
pleads and wailing; calling for help, his parents, his close relatives and
friends, the girl he had and left behind in the states. But most of that time,
he argued vehemently with his squad leader and his comrades, particularly with
those who disliked him, explaining his motives trying to justify his deeds. At
noontime on the second day, they covered Nick’s cage with palm leaves and on
the third day, they had to treat him with care " as if he were a new born babe.
The harsh measures seemed to have failed and were abandoned, otherwise that
certain experiment would have resulted with the captive's death. Nick
wasn't of course their first P.O.W. There were many others before him, who died
or did somehow survive in captivity. His captors did not bother much whether
the hated enemies of the proletariat died or went on living. But due to some
rather strange and quite unexpected development that was taking place on the
third day of his captivity, they moved his cage once again. Haim Kadman 1989 " all rights reserved. TRCJ Synopsis Some eighteen months before the “Tet offensive”, Nick Spree a U.S. marine fell into the hands of the Viet Cong during a night patrol in the South Vietnamese jungle. He was captured in the Hue vicinity, was led by his captors northwards, across the border into North Vietnam; there he was interned as a P.O.W in a reeducation center two and a half miles south of the capital Hanoi. He is the sole
captive in that well camouflaged jungle citadel; previous detainees must have
perished by torture and executions. But instead of solitary confinement, day
and night harsh interrogations and torture, he is met with bearable conditions
and an unexpected treatment. A young beautiful Eurasian comrade Lee Chen Woe
her name, conducts his brainwash operation in a peculiar and sophisticated
process. However, the process progress is slow, the reeducation center’s
commander and staff are frustrated, the hated Eurasian free hand with Nick, the
backup she has is a thorn in their eyes. Meanwhile the war enters a further
step " the escalation, the American air force B52’s raid the North Vietnamese
capital. During this time Lee Chen Woe convinces Nick that she is not his
enemy, he starts to believe that she has hidden ties with the South " that she
might land a chopper in a nearby jungle clearance to rescue both of them.
According to her ambiguous instructions he tries to escape during one of the
air raids and fails. He is caught in a deserted jungle shack where he waited
for her to join him. He is caught there and loses his consciousness in the
brawl with the reeducation’s staff, that were sent out to bring him back, and
he loses her as well. After a few days of solitary confinement Nick is sent
southward through the Ho Chi Min trail, to serve as a living decoy, to tempt
his fighting comrades into deadly traps. In an unexpected almost miraculous
escapade he manages to escape at last, and he is rescued by a pair of
patrolling choppers. He spends a week in an army hospital in Saigon, tormented
by doubt and fears, and by a terrible longing for Lee Chen Woe (Nicole, as she
introduced herself to him in his cell). Did he stir her father’s blood in her
veins? Was that the reason? Was she behind his successful escape? Or was she
arrested as a traitor herself and put under torture? He wonders desperately
crushed almost by his doubts and fears. But above all, will he ever see her
again? The only woman he ever adored and worshiped; the blue-eyed living myth, which
was just nineteen years old when he met her in his cell. These thoughts kept
haunting him, while he was interrogated by the army intelligence and the C.I.A
branch in Saigon. He is dishonorably discharged according to the C.I.A
Saigon branch recommendations and flies back home. Eight months later a KGB
agent, contacts him in New York City, and offers him to meet Nicole again. The
infatuated Nick travels to Montreal, to join the spy ring headed by his ex
lover and tormentor Lee Chen Woe. After several days of getting to know
his new surroundings, he meets Nicole and becomes her assistant and fiancée.
Things are pretty well at the beginning but while Nick is being prepared for
his next mission, there is a turn of power in Moscow; Nicole is summoned back
by her new KGB boss, but instead of rotting in Lubianka’s torture dungeons she
decides to flee and takes Nick with her. https://www.oauthor.com/buy/The_remote_control_job www.freado.com/book/16948/the-remote-control-job © 2014 Haim Kadman |
StatsAuthorHaim KadmanPetach-Tikva, IsraelAboutProfile: A few words about myself: being a native of a small country whose waist is seventeen kilometers wide in a certain area; and in seven to eight hours drive one can cross its length, I was amaze.. more..Writing
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