Jack sat on a stump and put me over his knee. He said I was his boy, and deserved to be spanked by his bare hand. I kicked, begged and cried, as he ke...t smacking me. He wouldn't stop. When I passed out, they tell me he stopped, and the crowd dispersed. He sat with me on his lap till I came back. "You need some more boy?" "No Sir, thank you Sir", I said. He smiled and said, "Good Boy"!Two guys that knew Jack stayed behind, they offered to clean me up and put me in the truck, while Jack took a. At the last minute, he had scratched my name from that mission. When I asked why, since I was just dumb enough to want to, ‘see some action’ he bluntly told me that I didn’t have enough experience and wouldn’t be an asset on the mission. I miss him to this day, he is someone I would have wanted to stay in touch with after the war. My first combat zone mentor, commander and father figure died at the ripe old age of twenty-nine. I went back to Vietnam for a second tour as an Army Aviator in 1972.. They had created small pockets of resistances in the forest on the mainland, only once his men entered they attacked with a new thing Wolfgang created called dayamite.It packed a punch and since none of Athol forces knew what it was, it did more damage as it fell among the troops than a single spell could have that they might have seen before. And since anyone could use it, Athol's forces often had no idea where it was coming from.Athol was forced to withdraw from the forest to go around it.He. It took us about an hour to get to a place called Marseillan-Plage. A little village right on the coast. Jon parked on a little car park on the outskirts and told us to leave everything in the car and we walked down this little track to the beach. The only man-made objects that we had with us were the car keys, some suntan lotion and Jon’s wallet. The beach was relatively quiet with only a handful of people on it. Most were naked. We walked west (or so Jon said), and we came to a place with.