It's been awhile since I have written about Doc. This story is totally fictional, but I thought it was funny when I heard my Dad tell it.
As the company was out on patrol, as usual, they walked single file though the dense jungle. In a rather small clearing, shoots were fired.
It is a natural reaction for an inexperienced soldier to jump off the trail immediately into the bushes, but it didn't take long to learn that was a really dumb idea. The VC liked this form off gorilla warfare where they would build these deep pits in the underbrush. The bottom of the pits where lined with sharpened bamboo poles. The pits were then covered and disguised.
This company was all to familiar with this tactic and crouched down and returned fire. Most of the time shots were just fired in the air to get the Americans to take cover and fall into the pits.
It was silent for a brief moment. Doc started to fall over slightly. Rosco rushed to his aid and yelled to the others to find cover. Immediately the jungle irrupted in an array of gun fire.
Bullets showed down on the surrounding area as Rosco pulled Doc to safety. While examining the bullet hole on Doc's right coat pocket, he panicked. Doc was out cold. With a swift, easy motion, Rosco ripped off the buttons of the coat.
Doc was alright. The Bullet didn't go through.
What a relief, thought Rosco as he tried to wake his pal up.
Every now and then, between reviving Doc and readily looking around, Rosco would shoot off a couple rounds.
As Doc awoke, Rosco pulled back and shouted. "Don't you ever die on me!"
Dazed, the Doc checked out the tattered coat. Then he started to smile. "Good thing I was wearing this," he said as he pulled out this pocket size Bible.
Rosco didn't notice the curiosity Doc had as he thumbed through the book to find where the bullet stopped.
"Maybe, it'll be something that will change my life forever..." Then Doc found it and started to laugh.
Rosco pulled back again. "What's so funny?"
"The bullet." replied Doc. "Isaiah chapter 1."
Rosco screwed up his face. "What does it mean?"
"It means -" he chuckled. "It means that nothing can get through Isaiah."
Posted by Michael at December 18, 2003 07:01 AM