A Letter
from Chuck Council to Dusty Rhoades
July 14, 1969
from Chuck Council to Dusty Rhoades
July 14, 1969
Dusty Rhoades
Hi Dusty,
How is everything going on LZ Kelley-McCoy? By the time I get back there I hope you have everything pretty well squared away. This rear echelon life is definitely making me soft.
I was admitted to the hospital yesterday, Sunday, and by then my leg was so swollen and sore that I had to have crutches to walk. Don't bother to feel sorry for me though I feel sorry enough for myself.
This morning the good doctor lanced my leg to drain out all the puss and shit. My first question was "Doc, are you going to deaden it ?" This he proceeded to do with the upmost of skill. Then a few minutes later he began cutting away on my leg and I was just lying there Just grooving on the whole thing. Suddenly he announced that he had found another deeper pocket of puss. As he cut into that I just about went through the ceiling. And the pain---was---tremendous!
Anyway it is now early afternoon. The way it looks now I'll probably be here for another couple of days. Then a little sham time back at the company area. I kind of hate leaving you guys short handed because I know what that's like. Incidentally in the bunk right next to me is a guy from third platoon who took some mortar shrapnel in the shoulder. He's been in country just one month.
Guess I better close for now. Tell everyone hello for me especially El Ponce the Bull. Will try to get back out as soon as possible.
Chuck
How is everything going on LZ Kelley-McCoy? By the time I get back there I hope you have everything pretty well squared away. This rear echelon life is definitely making me soft.
I was admitted to the hospital yesterday, Sunday, and by then my leg was so swollen and sore that I had to have crutches to walk. Don't bother to feel sorry for me though I feel sorry enough for myself.
This morning the good doctor lanced my leg to drain out all the puss and shit. My first question was "Doc, are you going to deaden it ?" This he proceeded to do with the upmost of skill. Then a few minutes later he began cutting away on my leg and I was just lying there Just grooving on the whole thing. Suddenly he announced that he had found another deeper pocket of puss. As he cut into that I just about went through the ceiling. And the pain---was---tremendous!
Anyway it is now early afternoon. The way it looks now I'll probably be here for another couple of days. Then a little sham time back at the company area. I kind of hate leaving you guys short handed because I know what that's like. Incidentally in the bunk right next to me is a guy from third platoon who took some mortar shrapnel in the shoulder. He's been in country just one month.
Guess I better close for now. Tell everyone hello for me especially El Ponce the Bull. Will try to get back out as soon as possible.
Chuck