Death In Vietnam

Did I actually see anyone get killed in Vietnam? I was in country for a little more than one year. Most of that year was spent in the field with my unit, a towed 105mm howitzer battery. I served with the 1st Cavalry Air Mobile Division which meant that many times we were carried into battle by helicopter. If I remember correctly, at that time the effective range of a 105 was around seven miles. So we were always as close to the infantry as possible in order to give support up to five to six miles. Once the infantry moved beyond our effective range we had to pack up and move to get within supporting range again. Many times we were in a defensive position so we stayed put for up to several days. But we did a lot of moving around. The entire 1st Cav did a lot of moving around. It was the first division size unit in history that could move all its elements into battle mainly by helicopter.

Once, a group of us walked across an old battlefield and found the skeletons of a couple of enemy soldiers, Vietcong or North Vietnamese Regulars we couldn’t tell which, although we could recognize military backpacks. I did witness a Chinook helicopter that was bringing in one of our howitzers and its crew get shot down and explode into flames when it hit the ground, coming down on top of the 105 it was hauling in a sling and then flipping on its side. We were able to get everyone out accept one man but I didn’t actually see him die. He never made it out of the burning chopper. And of course I took part in many “fire missions” but our targets were always too far away to see what we were shooting at.

The closes I ever came to death myself, as far as I know, was once I was wandering around at night and ended up in another battery’s area just when they received the order to fire. In the near absolute darkness I was in front of a howitzer when it fired and nearly got my head blown off. Another time during the day I reached down into the tall grass to pick something up and it turned out to be a bamboo viper. Its bite causes nearly instant death and there is no known antidote. The snake slid harmlessly out of my hand, back into the grass and disappeared.

So no, I never actually saw someone get killed in Vietnam. Nor did I get killed in Vietnam myself. Unlike so many others, I guess I was just lucky.

The Steelers Nation

This Sunday the Steelers play the Giants.  I’m old enough to have lived through all of the Pittsburgh Steelers Super Bowl victories. I’ve felt how this team can bring an entire city together in excitement and pride. The one word that comes to my mind that describes the Steelers is professionalism. It’s this same sort of professionalism, the constant striving to master a craft, that a writer must bring to his or her work. Writing publishable short stories is no accident any more than winning Super Bowls is an accident. If you’re a writer study your craft. You must know not only how things work but why they work. And doing the little things right over and over and over again is important. If you’re a Steelers fan you know what I’m takin’ about. Every aspect of the game has to work together. Every aspect of a story has to work together.

I See Dead Words

While I was a graduate student at the University of Pittsburgh I taught one year of composition, one semester of creative non-fiction writing and one semester of fiction writing. It was while teaching fiction writing that I really hit my stride. See, I had never in my wildest dreams ever thought I’d be teaching college undergraduates. And one of my pet peeves was cliches (I know the word is spelled with an accent mark over the “e” but for the life of me I can’t figure out how to get the computer to put it there). The dictionary defines a cliche as a: hackneyed phrase or opinion. My fiction writing students knew from the get go that if one of them turned in a paper with cliches in it I’d return that paper so fast that the student’s head would spin.

So, before you send a story to an editor make sure you eliminate all the cliches in it. If you don’t it’ll be a cold day in hell before you get published.

Peace, out!

Life In The City

Early this Friday morning I left a message on the computer school’s voicemail saying I wouldn’t be in today.  I didn’t say why but it was the old gout flaring up again.  This is happening too often.  I have to think long and hard about a new diet.  I have to get these gout attacks under control before I get a real job.  So today I have plenty of time on my hands as I limp around the apartment.

It’s a cloudy, chilly day in Pittsburgh.  Across the way three workmen work on the roof of a house.  They’ve been working on it for several days.  The house is three stories high.  The men work and walk around the steeply slanted roof without fear.

I finally contacted Sallie Mae and brought my account up to date by e-check over the phone.  So, in the past three weeks I brought my Sallie Mae account up to date, got a forbearance until March of 2009 on my other student loans and applied for early social security.  Now all I have to do is get a job.  I don’t have anymore job interviews scheduled but I do have a good lead on a tutoring job funded by the city that I want to pursue.

Maybe I should just start putting in applications at the local fast food restaurants.

The broadcaster on the radio is talking about the talks between Port Authority and the union.  What a mess if there’s a bus strike.

GHH

Life In The City

On the way to the bus stop at Forbes and Craig I wanted to check my bank account at the PNC ATM at Fifth and Craig but only one e-teller was working and three people were in line at the other one so I kept walking.  I picked up a Pittsburgh City Paper at a stand and then waited for the 61B bus to Braddock.  Only a few passengers were on the bus.  I don’t like crowded buses; but the windows were dirty on the side I usually sit on.  So I started writing this post on a lined pad.

A passenger got up from a seat on the other side where the windows were cleaner.  I hadn’t noticed that the windows on the other side of the bus were cleaner.  I changed sides in Swissvale and enjoyed the rest of the ride to The Braddock Employment and Training Center.

GHH

Life In The City

Good morning!  How is everyone on this chilly Pittsburgh morning in October?  I watched a little of the World Series on TV last night which reminded me that I haven’t used my coupon yet to get a converter box for my rabbit ears television.  There is an expiration date on it so if you have a coupon be sure to use it before it expires.

A friend told me that with the converter box his reception was crystal clear and he even got a couple of stations he never knew about.

I finally got in touch with me old mum by phone yesterday and told her I’d applied for Social Security.  It made her feel better.

Well, today is Thursday.  I intend to pay my Verizon phone bill and send a payment to Sallie Mae.  I checked my email this morning and Sallie Mae said if I bring my account up to date they’ll discuss forbearance options with me.

Now that’s some more good news.

GHH

How I See Flash Fiction

I’ve been seriously studying and writing flash fiction now for more than 10 years.  When I applied to the University of Pittsburgh’s MFA writing program in 2003 I submitted 50 pages of double spaced typed flash fiction stories as my writing sample.  Not only was I accepted into the MFA program but the stories also helped to win me a K. LeRoy Irvis Fellowship which was a full three-year free ride with a generous monthly stipend on top of it.  Flash fiction has been very good to me.

Now, as I struggle through a severe personal financial crisis, flash fiction is helping to sustain me again by reminding me of the self-discipline and perseverance each story demands.

It is this same self-discipline and perseverance that I must now impose on my personal life.

GHH

My Life

It’s lunch time.  I sit with my note pad in the lobby of The Braddock Employment and Training Center.  Outside, the sun is bright on Braddock Avenue.  The heavy trucks wheeze by; but it’s too cold to sit outside and write.

The security man left for a moment so I’m the only one in the lobby.  The traffic out on the avenue, the electric clock on the wall above my head and the scratch of the pencil on the pad are the only sounds.  I feel peaceful.

Earlier, I tried calling me old mum from school before coming down here to the lobby but I got the voicemail.  She lives with my older sister and her husband out around Greensburg PA.  I’ve never been to my sister’s house but Mom says it’s very nice.  The house sits on the edge of a golf course.  Sometimes golf balls bounce onto the lawn.  I wanted to tell me old mum that I applied for social security yesterday and that I can expect my first check in December.  She worries about me.

To live on the edge of a golf course must be nice.

GHH

My Life

It’s Wednesday.  I slept better last night knowing I’ll be receiving my first Social Security check in December.  I guess that officially makes me a senior citizen, now.  Except for an occasional flare up of gout I’m in pretty good health.  I still have most of my teeth.  I still write some of the best flash fiction on the Internet.

Well, it’s back to computer school today.  I have to call my contact at AARP and give her the name of the person from the health care insurance company and from the local university that recently interviewed me for jobs so that she can inform them that AARP will pay my salary for two weeks if they hire me.  I don’t think the university will go for it but the insurance company might if it has an opening for me.

GHH

No One Likes A Blabber Mouth

Just like in real life, characters in short stories should not talk non-stop unless you want to bore the other characters in your story and bore the reader. 

As in real life, what a character has to say in a story will be better received in small doses.  The other characters want to talk, too.  It’s more interesting that way for the other characters and the reader.

Want examples of how this is done?  Go to the sidebar and under Categories click on Flash Fiction Stories.  Once you’ve read down to the bottom of one page of stories click on Older Entries for more stories.  Notice how the dialogue goes back and forth; because no one likes a blabber mouth–unless the person is a brilliant talker.

Then let them talk.

GHH

Karaoke

I just got back in.  I walked to Lawrenceville to visit my niece, Sandy, at her pottery shop.  She’s the owner of Kiln N Time at 3801 Penn Avenue.  She introduced me to two of her employees working in the basement.  Sandy’s the first person to be officially told that I’ve applied for early Social Security.

Then I walked back into Bloomfield and picked up a six-pack of Mug Root-Beer, a jar of Vlasic Polish Dill Spears and two packs of Wrigley’s Winter Fresh gum, all of it at Shure Save.  I left Shure Save and walked across the parking lot and on across Liberty Avenue and waited for the 54C in front of Del’s Italian Restaurant.  Del’s is still advertising karaoke every Friday night.  And every sixth Friday night it has a karaoke contest.

Del’s use to be my favorite Friday night hang-out.  I miss the Friday night crowd.  I miss karaoke; but until I have my feet on more solid financial ground karaoke will have to wait.

GHH

My Life

I just got out of a nice hot shower several minutes ago and now I’m dressed.  But I’ve decided to call Social Security’s national 1-800 number to find out some basic information before I go to the local office.

First off, I tried to file online but was shut out of the site for some reason.

Second, Social Security hasn’t sent me a Social Security Statement since 2005.  What’s wrong?  SS is suppose to send you a statement every year starting with your twenty-fifth birthday.  Do they think I’m dead?

Third, I won’t turn 62 until Saturday.  Can I apply today?

And fourth, what documents should I bring?

While I was printing this post out by hand on a lined pad I was calling Social Security.  Everything’s fine.  I applied over the phone.  The two people I talked to were friendly and professional.  They took the necessary information and I’ll be receiving my first check in December.  It will be enough for me to pay my rent and phone bill with a few dollars left over.  That’s all I wanted.  When I do get a gig I can make a little over $14,000 starting next year without penalty.  Great.  Finally some good news!  Now I can continue my search for employment knowing I have a steady source of income for life.

I’m in pretty good health.  I entend to work, pay my bills and start paying on my debts.

GHH

Social Security

Well, today I’m going to do what I’ve been talking about doing for several weeks now.  I’m going down to the nearest Social Security office, which is in the East Liberty neighborhood of Pittsburgh, and apply for early benefits.  I’ll be 62 on Saturday; I really don’t want to apply for early benefits, but I’ve been unemployed since I got my MFA in writing from the University of Pittsburgh in 2006.  I don’t have much choice.

Sure, I’ve been in this pay-for-job-search program that’s provided me with great computer skills and placed me temporarily as a Teacher’s Aide in an after-school program for first and second graders and also placed me in UPMC Braddock Hospital as a “Greeter,” both positions giving me some income and job experience; but I’ve maxed out all of my credit cards which was the rest of my income while I nearly hooked a good paying job with the State before the hiring freeze and I’ve had an interview with a local health care insurance company that’s doing a criminal background check on me and finally a local university will call me as soon as a position opens that it thinks I’ll be a good fit for.  What it all comes down to is I still don’t have a job and I can’t pay my bills.  I need to supplement my income even if I do get a job.  So, I’m applying for early Social Security, today.

When I come back from the SS Office I’ll let you know how things went.

The weatherman on the radio said to expect scattered rain and the high will be 49.  I’m taking the bus.

GHH

My Life

It’s lunch time.  I’m sitting on the stoop in front of computer school in Braddock.  I just finished my sandwich.  The sun is bright.  There’s not a cloud in the sky.  With my cloth cap on my head and wearing my hoodie I’m warm enough.  There’s always a lot of truck traffic on Braddock Avenue.  I can see a steel mill several blocks away.

I did talk to me old mum on the phone over the weekend to let her know about my job search: three interviews but no job.  I had to tell her I’d only be able to call once a week because Verizon charges me for every call to her.  I have the cheapest plan with Verizon; it’s just that it only stays cheap if I don’t call outside a certain radius and Mom lives outside that radius.

Well, let me go inside and call my contact at AARP.  I faxed her the letter from the State about the hiring freeze.  Does this mean I’ll be kicked out of the pay-for-job-search program?

GHH

Retirement

I went online and punched up www.ssa.gov and got an estimate of how much money I could earn and not be penalized when I take early retirement this month.  I’ll be 62 on October 25 which is Saturday.  I’m seriously thinking of taking next Monday off from computer school and going to the Social Security office and filing for early retirement.  The nearest office to me in Pittsburgh is at 6117 Penn Circle North in the neighborhood of East Liberty, a ten minute 81B bus ride from my apartment. 

It’s scary to think what would happen to me if I lose my apartment.  My credit is so bad that I’ll never pass a credit check to lease another apartment even if I do get a good paying job in the near future.  I was homeless once for awhile when I was a young man.  I sure as hell don’t want to be homeless now. 

Lately, I’ve been noticing a lot of homeless people on the streets.  This one guy has been walking around in dirty rags for years.  Winter is coming.  How does he survive?

GHH

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