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He enlists the aid of the only other person who knows what happened. A few old 'Spooks', two old river boat sailors, a lost orphan found, an orphanage full of wonderful children and adults, plain simple country people, corrupt cops and government officials, along with some friends old and new join in some way to move things along. There are modern day cultural lessons and customs mixed in along with a lazy late night 'float' down a deserted river in Saigon. The story crosses and re-crosses Vietnam and spills into Laos for the final outcome.

On the way an orphaned love child his daughter from and an old orphanage become part of the present, the gold moves into the new century. As it all moves, you are introduced to the beauty, the seduction, the mystery and magic of Vietnam present; along with the misery and heartbreak that comes with it. The reader also finds that there is no limit to the good, old gold can do, when in the right hands, driven by decent minds and hearts, put it to work. This is no Mission Impossible roller-coaster ride but, a gentle trip from violent past memories to the joy and sweetness of present day Vietnam. The lush green hilly countryside where peace, beauty and friendship abide in the comfort of a very old but warm orphanage filled with joy hope and love.

Ho Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon, present day. By the time I left the consulate I was pretty sure no one was interested anyway. Bui Vien is crowded noisy, full of young drunks from around the world and the ones soon to be; the Universal Bar was a middle of the road sort of dive on the lower end of the street. By twenty after six Jack was late and I was getting a little dry as well as tired of being asked every five minutes if I was ready to order. I went for a Gin and tonic with an order of grilled Prawns and mushrooms. I knew from previous visits that the drink would be pretty good the first early ones were healthy shots and that the food would be pretty lousy.

Bui Vien was like a scene from any B movie about the Vietnam War; in most movies they would have had fewer extras. This was the new Vietnam…just like the old Vietnam; little had changed in 49 years, it had just become bigger with tourism…a lot bigger. I picked him up, in the crowd, about fifty feet away, fighting the crowd a lot worse than a Salmon trying to swim upstream. It had taken a lot to get to tonight; more than I even thought I had left. His beer came along with another drink, it started to rain like it can only rain in the tropics and we broke up laughing. We toasted each other and laughed like a couple of kids.

While not a genius, I can figure most things out and then, make them work. Everything about it was done as simply as possible and there was no guilt that a thief would or could have. We had just reclaimed what someone else had stolen and, you never know, taking that load of gold all those years ago could have saved lives, maybe and possibly, slowed down the war. Now, almost 40 years later, it would be put to some very good use. That made me feel good all over. All I had to do was get the second trip out of the way.

We had been through the Tet Offensive just a few months earlier with moderate losses then, about a month before this, the Battle of Dong Ha. Our boats were stationed at a small base near the mouth of the river; there the area was secured by a force of Marines, there was some security except for snipers, mortar, rocket attacks and artillery shelling. Our job was to move anything that had to be moved, to Dong Ha, on the river. This experience, could be, a bad thing at times. In this case I was told to park the boat and report to our com bunker. That was a conex box shipping container, bristling with antennas and buried under six layers of sand bags.

They had a map never a good thing of the river area and a handful of paperwork. Our job was to go upriver, to a little stream known as Jones Creek. We were to wait until met by two South Vietnamese officers with a small truck that would be either one of our Dodge M37 trucks, an ambulance or even a Chinese military truck with North Vietnamese markings. We were then to load them and then take them up the Quang Tri River that was a tributary of the Cua Viet to a spot that these guys had picked out. You had to back the boat out and, they had us going up damned near yards before stopping. The other thing was that, the Quang Tri run was never a fun thing.

The last little tid-bit was just the icing on the proverbial cake…we were to maintain absolute and complete radio silence. There would be no communication at all during the trip.

I was being volunteered and had no say in any of this; just like a few times before. There were only two comments that made me feel a little better. I was asked if I had any questions. We were good at what we did but none of Datkng were exactly out to win any medals, staying alive, we were pretty good at staying alive. We geared-up and shoved off as Datijg as the boat was ready. About 20 minutes later three very nervous yuy Dating sluts blacks sat after noon in tuy hoa everything around us like hawks as we entered the creek and started inching up to the meeting point.

The 74 foot boat was 22 feet wide and drew 3. When we went as far as shown on the map, I put the bow on the side of the riverbank, next to a small sandbar and dropped the ramp…we waited and sweated for a while. To the right of the sandbar was a track, big enough for a small truck to squeeze through. Other than that the area was overgrown with some grass, some of the larger pine trees you found along the coast with a scattering of scrub and eucalyptus trees. We had a pretty good field of view for something like 50 yards as the banks sloped gently up and away from the boat. We smoked and drank water, checked weapons over and scanned the area around us.

Just like in the Wild West movies…it was quiet…too quiet. Just about the time that we were getting really, really bored we all heard the sound of an engine in the short distance.

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Both of the officers were dead and bleeding-out in the well deck. Poor Jonsey, he was a good guy. We cooled for a few minutes; I lit a cigarette and thought about everything. Working my way into the well deck, stepping around the bodies of the officers, I walked around the truck. It too had been hit and pretty well hit by the machine gun; there were quite a few holes in the body of the cab and the sides of the covered bed as well as the tarp. I went to the rear of the truck and looked in; something was piled on the floor and it was under a chewed-up tarp too. Wooden boxes…flipping up one corner of the tarp revealed crude wooden boxes…about 2 feet long by maybe a foot wide and 6 inches high.

A little like one of our rocket or mortar boxes but smaller and a hell of a lot cruder in construction. Instead of rope handles they had wooden handles nailed across the ends. I dropped the tailgate and got on, dug the one box apart and picked up a very heavy little shiny golden bar…FUCK! We were…I was…kneeling on boxes of gold! If things had gone into slow motion during our brief little fire fight, now everything came to a dead stop. I eased myself back onto the bench seat on the side of the truck bed and fondled what I held.

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