Although a work of fiction, this religious thriller has been packed with so many true events that it will stay with you long after you've finished reading it. Even the backdrop of the Vietnam War and what happened to Nickolas and his fellow soldier...
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Actually, not to keep the secret of a king is perilous and a terrible risk, but to be silent about the works of God is a great loss for the soul.(Saint Sophronius)
- Part One -
(Abandoned is a religious thriller written in three parts. Although you may think that Abandoned with its 48 chapters will take forever to finish, actually this is a small book that can be easily read in a few days. As with all my books, it is free. Please enjoy and please leave a review. Thank you.)
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CHAPTER 1: The Saga Begins ......"Sunday morning I sat down to read a couple of pages and couldn't put it down until I had finished it." (Avis Christoff)
Blake reached for his bandanna to wipe the sweat trickling down the side of his face. When his radio had crackled with the message, he and the two soldiers came down from the top of the mountain as fast as humanly possible.
The other four members of his team were nearby but had gone inside by themselves. Blake didn't go, but fear of being attacked wasn't one of them. Surrounding them were 20 heavily armed North Vietnam troops protecting the five Americans.
When Blake spotted the crudely constructed object off to his left, he knew what is was and what it meant. He was wrong on both accounts.Blake may have been young but he certainly wasn't stupid. So how could he have been so wrong ?
He squatted down beside the strange object and ran his hand over the damp rocks. It had been raining on and off all day. He was so excited to tell the others, he could hardly stand it. In the meantime, it was only natural to pondered the events that had led him there in the first place. Yes, what he had just found wasn't what they were looking for, by a long shot, but what else could it be? Again, that was as plain as day, or so he thought.
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High from their tree-top lookouts the monkeys were the first to notice the noise. The babies clung even closer to their mothers—the older males moved nervously as they peered through the jungle canopy.
Down below, the flutter of startled birds could be heard and on the ground the first man could be seen—at first just an odd movement through a patch of morning fog—swinging his machete—quickly moving forward. Behind him, the next man and the next one following him, and even the next one, all had that unmistakable look of North Vietnamese soldiers. Their AK-47s and uniforms made no attempt to hide their presence. Altogether the column of men making their way through the jungle numbered close to twenty. Five of them were Americans—more than one of them panting—trying to keep pace with the swinging machete.
