Gunner's Moon - Revision history

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	The copy of this work in the IHF Library is signed by Zarucchi. <br/>		The copy of this work in the IHF Library is signed by Zarucchi. "Roy Zarucchi. Bangor, Maine. September, 1998".<br/>

	'''Normally we would not post the entirety of a book on our site, however, Roy Zarucchi retired as a Major and has unfortunately passed away in 2011. The Publisher information listed in the book does not seem to be valid any longer. Either the publisher has become defunct, or else the sole proprietor of the publisher has also perished since the book was published in 1998. We have made all good-faith efforts to contact anyone connected with this publisher, but have not been able to do so. As such, we have decided to post the entirety of the work here to preserve Roy Zarucchi's legacy since the book is out of the print and only limited quantities were produced. We are doing this on a good-faith basis and not attempting to infringe upon any copyrights. If you are an agent or representative of the publisher and wish this content to be removed, please send us an email and the information will be removed immediately.'''		'''Normally we would not post the entirety of a book on our site, however, Roy Zarucchi retired as a Major and has unfortunately passed away in 2011. The Publisher information listed in the book does not seem to be valid any longer. Either the publisher has become defunct, or else the sole proprietor of the publisher has also perished since the book was published in 1998. We have made all good-faith efforts to contact anyone connected with this publisher, but have not been able to do so. As such, we have decided to post the entirety of the work here to preserve Roy Zarucchi's legacy since the book is out of the print and only limited quantities were produced. We are doing this on a good-faith basis and not attempting to infringe upon any copyrights. If you are an agent or representative of the publisher and wish this content to be removed, please send us an email and the information will be removed immediately.'''

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	Gunner's Moon is a collection of poems written by Cpt. Roy Zarucchi of the [[609th Special Operations Squadron]] during their time as part of [[Operation Steel Tiger]]. I managed to acquire this copy from an estate sale on eBay. To whomever was bidding against me, I hope that this is an adequate consolation. I wanted to preserve and share these stories with everyone.		Gunner's Moon is a collection of poems written by Cpt. Roy Zarucchi of the [[609th Special Operations Squadron]] during their time as part of [[Operation Steel Tiger]]. I managed to acquire this copy from an estate sale on eBay. To whomever was bidding against me, I hope that this is an adequate consolation. I wanted to preserve and share these stories with everyone. '''IHF presents these stories in their original text as historical document. Some of the language and terms expressed within may upset some readers.'''

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"Naked Fanny"

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	In the morning a distant earthquake rumbles. The Negritos trap a monkey which vanishes into a sack. Other natives appear from jungle edge, six of them holding a giant bat. They hoist it in a crucifix of fur and leather, ten feet from tip to tip. Their teeth glint white as they point to the arrow through its heart. "You eat! You eat!"		In the morning a distant earthquake rumbles. The Negritos trap a monkey which vanishes into a sack. Other natives appear from jungle edge, six of them holding a giant bat. They hoist it in a crucifix of fur and leather, ten feet from tip to tip. Their teeth glint white as they point to the arrow through its heart. "You eat! You eat!"

	==="Naked Fanny"===		==="Naked Fanny"===
			Nakhon Phanom. Why bother to ask what it translates to? It's plain: the lines of planes on metal mesh in black and camouflage—no stars, no stripes. Skyraiders, Gooneybirds, Invaders: propellers at attention await the setting of a red-dust sun.
			Red dust everywhere shoals up to crown the roads mosses the dark brown clapboards of buildings, crochets our collars and cuffs.
			There used to be a jungle here, with towering teak a hundred feet or more home to tiger, peacock, pheasant, now cleared and groomed by truckloads of Thais with rags around their heads, who have forgotten that "Thai" means "Free" or that their flag once bore a white elephant.

	==Part II—Stripes For a Steel Tiger ==		==Part II—Stripes For a Steel Tiger ==

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Survival School

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	===Survival School===		===Survival School===
			King cobra is the ruler of this reptilarium, and it's feeding time. He looms, thick black cable, spreads his hood against a hissing, four-foot monitor lizard. They parry, skirt, then in one quick move King gulps the head. The lizard sees the night, bites darkness, gives a final wave of tail as sinews coax him down.
			The spectator students swagger off to lunch, then board the bus. It's three days in the jungle with the Negritos, loin-clothed Philippine pygmies. They start a campfire with two sticks, steam unknown foods in bamboo tubes. Wet green night swallows flyboys whole in their government issue tents.
			In the morning a distant earthquake rumbles. The Negritos trap a monkey which vanishes into a sack. Other natives appear from jungle edge, six of them holding a giant bat. They hoist it in a crucifix of fur and leather, ten feet from tip to tip. Their teeth glint white as they point to the arrow through its heart. "You eat! You eat!"

	==="Naked Fanny"===		==="Naked Fanny"===

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Port Call

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	===Port Call===		===Port Call===
			Thanksgiving Day comes early this year, eight November sixty-seven.
			Relatives gather in a seedy Central Valley town to say goodbye to husband-father-nephew-son.
			The flight departs at seven, so dinner's served at two. At the table in dress blues, guest of honor studies the turkey that in its short life never made a flight.
			The father is detached and proud, the mother sullen.
			A crippled aunt watches television while another dances with two whiny kids. The wife emerges from the kitchen, hugs. Passport, shot records, orders tucked in canvas bags. No taste left for food or kisses, just good-bye.
			Lifting off from Travis, the airliner fills with cigarette smoke and forced smiles of hostesses who'd rather be working the luxury routes.
			First stop, Honolulu. The airport has a pool with water lilies; blooms explode over genteel orange carp who eat at will, wave in fiery nonchalance, grow smaller, as the silver bird roars West.

	===Survival School===		===Survival School===
	==="Naked Fanny"===		==="Naked Fanny"===

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Seminary

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	===Seminary===		===Seminary===
			Habits dwell in cells, like silence not to be broken, no words uttered from evening prayers till morning after breakfast; clothes, not a matter of adornment, but protection against eyes of the world. Matins, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers, Compline: the seven hours bind us into order, string us up in the thrall of rote—the Rosary—lips begging "...the fruit of thy womb... now and in the hour of our death..." the mind disrobes a dark woman while the oscillating mouth dissolves to a smile around each prayer. Fingers linger on the nubs of beads, and the confessional door at the rear of the chapel clicks open clicks shut.

	===Port Call===		===Port Call===
	===Survival School===		===Survival School===

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	===Volunteering===		===Volunteering===
			Three boys are at the quarry pond scooping tadpoles into Mason jars when up comes Billy Kurtz. He sneers, stands atop the biggest rock and strips, crouches toward the boys across the pond, pale skin taut, fearsome tool swinging, he springs into the pool then surfaces before them. "SISSIES!" he jeers with a smirk. Towers above, dripping on their faces. They fumble, strip, and wade in, hairless and pink, no match for Billy, they laugh and yelp as he seizes each in hairy arms and roughs them up.
			Later, as they dress, he lights a cigarette, eyes their rosy buttons shriveled from the cold, blows the smoke their way. You're my boys now. Tell anyone who wants to mess with you that you belong to Billy Kurtz.

	===Seminary===		===Seminary===
	===Port Call===		===Port Call===

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	===Rockfishing===		===Rockfishing===
	—for a stepfather who liked to teach lessons		—for a stepfather who liked to teach lessons <br/>
	With ball of chalkline, can of guts, and gunnysack we started down the bluff.		With ball of chalkline, can of guts, and gunnysack we started down the bluff.
	"Put your foot where I tell you," you said. You went ahead.		"Put your foot where I tell you," you said. You went ahead.

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Rockfishing

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	===Rockfishing===		===Rockfishing===
			—for a stepfather who liked to teach lessons
			With ball of chalkline, can of guts, and gunnysack we started down the bluff.
			"Put your foot where I tell you," you said. You went ahead.
			My small hands gripped random rocks and roots. I wished for your touch, your arms, your face.
			Later, on the splashing rocks, I whined, "What're we fishing for?"
			Then suddenly, out of the blue-green sea, from beyond my mind, on the end of my line, it came. The Cabezone grinned, grim in the watery light. Maroon or grey or green, it thrashed. You pried loose the hook and threw him in the sack. We started back. "Follow me," you said, and, with a wag of burlap bag, you went ahead. Scaling up a hundred feet or more, like a Bighorn sheep, you climbed. I looked down at the surging sea below, beneath the seagulls' backs. "I Can't!" My words flapped in between the sea lions' barks and up the face of the tilted, tumbling bluff. "I can't!" "Son, there's no such word!" you shouted back.

	===Volunteering===		===Volunteering===
	===Seminary===		===Seminary===