THE LAST FLIGHT
a sequel to
THE TRASH HAULERS
Like many writers, I had a story I needed to tell. It occupied a dark niche on the edge of
consciousness, surrounded and guarded by memories. From time to time, it broke free, but old memories always reasserted their dominance, forcing it back into the shadows where it
remained safely hidden.
The story centers on the Vietnam War, which looms in my past
like the proverbial five-hundred pound gorilla in the basement, and I had to come to terms with that beast.
Perhaps it is because I spent thirty months of my life in
South East Asia, once in my mid twenties and then in my early thirties, fighting that war. The war took
the lives of many friends, captured some of the prime years of my life, and left an unanswered question; Why? In quiet moments when my guard was down and the memories faded, that question surged out of its dark place and demanded an answer in the bright light of today.
Much to my surprise, in the telling of the story, I found an answer.
The Trash Haulers ends with 'L’Envoi,' the detached verse at the end of a story or poem that conveys the
special meaning of what has gone before, and there is the "why" I had been seeking.
And in finding the answer, two more stories emerged: The Last Flight and The Tour.
Like the rest of my generation, I’m in the final countdown of my life where the fires of youth, and the accomplishments and defeats of maturity are now banked, and memories have mellowed with time. After spinning fifteen novels, I wonder if I have two more stories left in me.
Please bear with me as I find out.