By: Wiley "Tiny" Dodd
my home in Michigan around 10 am as usual to drive down to my restaurant
in Celina Ohio. Itís about 155 miles takes about 2 Ĺ hours. About an
hour into the trip I was finishing up my 20 once coffee and was
listening to some tunes. Been in a little funk lately so I was playing
some Travis Tritt crying in your beer stuff. I was into the long boring
part of the drive between Toledo and Findlay. For some reason unknown
to me I turned off the CD player something I never do and was driving in
silence alone with my whacked out brain.
passed me and I noticed the plate said Minnesota. My mind went to
Marlon Troxell a guy I never met but spent along lonely night in March
69. I donít usually think much about it. We humped to the top of hill in
the Chu-prong Mts. To assist Bravo company who had been in a fire fight
that day. We arrived after dark a black night with no moon. We got on
top the hill inside the perimeter Bravo had set, and had to pretty much
sleep where we stood since we couldnít see to find a spot.
I went to
lay down and bumped up against something on the ground. I said whatís
this? A bravo company guy said our KIA is there. So I laid down next to
him he was wrapped in a poncho. I couldnít sleep at all. I thought
about him all night. All kinds of emotion came from me. First I was sad
he died, Then I was mad at him for doing this to his family, Then I was
scared thinking one day soon Iíll probably be dead to. It was a strange
snapped back to reality, I was coming up on a trailer. There was a Nam
sticker on the back bumper. It was an open trailer. I could see there
were several large black boxes in it with Nam stickers on them.
went around it I seen painted on the side The Moving Wall. It freaked
me out it was like my thoughts of that night and the moving wall was
connected. I slowed down and let the trailer get next to me. I saluted
the boxes and thought Rest in Peace Marlon your not forgotten.