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New Book by Ryan Traynor Disclosure 3

Ready to read some more of my husband's book?
Well, here it is, as promised!! 

If you haven't read the first two posts from this chapter,  you can find them here.

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Unable to return any calls at that particular moment, Jack read some of the text messages in complete and utter disbelief. Most of the messages were from Helen informing him that Charlie had been missing now for over forty eight hours.
Anxiety crept in and overwhelmed his senses. Two days?
Apparently, his brother had been out of town when he was reported missing.  How could he have disappeared two days ago and this is the first I’m hearing about it?
Anger mixed in creating panic and intense concern for the well being of his sibling. An instinctual need to protect his family crept over him like a soldier preparing for combat. He saw that there were  messages from his parents and Mikey all having the common theme that Charlie was missing and that Jack should contact them immediately.
The first person he decided to call was his father, Pete Warner, to see if any of this made any sense whatsoever. It rang a couple times before he heard his father answer the phone. The tone in his his voice spoke volumes, which frightened Jack and made the whole thing seem so much more serious.
“What the hell is going on?” Jack demanded forcefully.
Silence. A deep breath was followed by a solemn sigh on the other end of the line.
Finally his father spoke, “Your brother disappeared the night he was supposed to return from his trip.”
“Where did he go?” asked Jack.
“Colorado,” his father responded.
It felt like their was a lead balloon inside his stomach weighing him down while the lump in his throat threatened to impede his speech. “Are you sure? What have you heard?”
“Helen called and I spoke with the police,” his father broke off for a moment and then finished by saying, “it’s not looking good.”
“Well, what did the police say?” Charlie asked now feeling more than ever like he might break down. He felt the tears in his eyes well up as his father told him what few details Helen and the police had laid out to him about the circumstances surrounding the mysterious disappearance.
It was as if he had vanished. Vanished into thin air.
Peter Warner was born in Chicago in 1950. His father was a hard nosed lawyer who had six kids to provide for and a bustling mother who ran the family and worked part time at the phone company. They were an Irish Catholic family steeped in tradition.
Pete had been drafted into the Vietnam War when he was eighteen. His older brother Sam had gotten his notice to serve a few years prior and barely managed to survive the ordeal. He had lost most of his unit overseas and was devastated when he found out his younger brother was to suffer the same fate.
Sam had gone to that God forsaken hell hole to fight the Viet Cong early in the war before army fatigues were standard issue, which made them sitting ducks on the battlefield and before rotations, which resulted in a soldiers losing a lot of close friends. Basically, the U.S. had no business going into that part of Asia to fight during those first few chaotic years. He had received an education in the infantry that turned people inside out if they were lucky enough to make it home alive and he feared for his brother’s future.
Sam was one of the few to make it back alive and unscathed, physically at least. The psychological trauma would haunt him for decades to come. When Peter was still in high school, he remembered Sam bringing home a peculiar war buddy. Pete remembered the guy sitting down with his father and having some sort of in depth conversation, which never happened. Their father didn’t talked to any of his children’s friends much less sit down with them in the den like business associates.
Pete later found out that the guy whose name was Hans was a Lebensborn. The Lebensborn were “racially pure” children born under the directives of the Nazi SS. Those creepy black uniformed super Nazis attempted to create genetically superior subjects to increase the Third Reich's Empire. They dumped scores of these children into state run orphanages where they were relocated after the fall of Hitler.
This particular subject, Hans had ended up growing up in an American orphanage on the southside of Chicago. He had been born at the tail end of the war and arrived in America before he could even talk. Nonetheless, the guy never seemed to have a chance. He really was a model specimen, well over six feet tall with a powerful build and intense auburn hair. Hans had been a top notch soldier with above average intelligence and a charismatic personality. Yet, somehow he still ended up joining the Chicago Outlaws, which was a notorious biker gang. It was as if a sort of darkness had been passed along genetically from the twisted Nazi regime.
When Pete faced the jungles of Vietnam, it was an entirely different story out there. It was 1968, America was kicking ass and taking names. The military got its head out of its ass knowing full well they were sending boys to the slaughter. They reassessed, regrouped and reorganized to fight communists on their turf halfway around the world. The GI’s were geared up and driving the Viet Cong underground, but it was too little too late.
By the time Pete was going through basic, public opinion had already begun turning against the powers that be. The world watched the assassinations of JFK,  Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr. and Robert Kennedy. The times they are a changin’ roared Bob Dylan.
He would recount to his two sons, years down the road, about how his basic training was similar to the movie Full Metal Jacket with the exception of a psychopath nicknamed Gomer Pile shooting up the place. However there was a young man named Homer ironically who did almost get him killed in basic. They were in the pit doing training on how to properly throw grenades and of course Pete ends up in line behind the dim witted country bumpkin Homer.
The drill sergeant put the grenade in the dullards hand and instructed him to pull the pin and toss the grenade over the fortified wall. Sounds easy right? Homer got through the first part and pulled the pin before he froze solid as ice. Unable to pry the grenade from the dope’s fingers, the drill sergeant threw him to the ground, stomped on his wrist and tossed the grenade right before it blew exploded in the pit. Pete watched as the sergeant was pulled off the scene, which was lucky for Homer because the man was ready to kill him now that he had saved his life.   

During his tour of duty, Pete got the rare opportunity to see the other side of the world where everything seemed to be opposite. He knew he was there to fight for the freedoms he enjoyed as an American citizen and that there were psychopathic dictators hell bent on controlling the world. But he did find the entire situation, war situation that is, to be much more complex than simply good versus evil.
He also became starkly aware of the impoverished conditions in many parts of Orient. It was one of the strongest impressions he got from southeast Asia. It made him realize with humility how lucky people in America were and couldn’t believe he ever complained about living conditions growing up. It made him feel ashamed that he had ever had the gaul to disparage his own family and community. It was a major reality check to see people barely scrape by in such an abysmal environment.
And then there was the enemy, who at this point, Pete had figured out is just some poor schmuck recruited to do a job, which just so happened to be protecting the homeland from foreign invasion. The problem was that they were godless communists fulfilling the twisted aims.
It really had nothing to do with the South Vietnamese being morally superior. This was taught first hand when he saw how the his southern Vietnamese allies disciplined each other. One officer beat an insubordinate soldier with a cambuk, which was a heavy cylindrical leather stick whip made from hippopotamus or rhinoceros hide. The soldier stood at attention while his superior beat him mercilessly and the GI’s knew better than to interfere. Pete believed such interference could result in worse punishment or even death for that soldier.
In the end, it was blurry haze of foot patrols and machine gun fire. In fact, one of the only true clear memories he had of the enemy was when he came within close range of a VC who had also clearly spotted him. Both young men made eye contact briefly before rescinding their weapons. For whatever reason, they had made a decision to live.

When his tour overseas ended, Pete went back to Chicago, which was difficult. His father had gotten sick and had become unable to work leaving everything up to Peter. After his father recovered, he made his way out to Ireland where he lived for a couple years before returning to the states. Eventually, he ended up in Colorado Springs where he met a rambunctious young woman named Sadie, fell in love and got married. She gave birth to his two sons Charlie and Jack.

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