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  “Trauma is hell on earth. Trauma resolved is a gift from the gods.”

  ―Peter A. Levine

  Each generation of soldiers bring a hidden host of demons back with them from the battlefield. We call them "shell shocked," "anti-social," "scarred." We keep them at arms' length, never wanting to make direct contact but are ever watchful from the corners of our eyes, always vigilant of the crazy that may break loose around us.

  A dear friend of mine went from the rice paddies of Viet Nam straight to the psychiatric ward of a V. A. hospital. Thirty years later, he still felt exposed and vulnerable standing in line to order a fast food burger. Crowds sent him into a cold sweat. He always sat with his back against a wall, ever vigilant, ever wary. Sadly, his experience is not the exception.

  Robert Thornhill brings us face to face with these demons. We see through his words the true price paid for the freedoms we take for granted. For it is our service members and, perhaps more painfully, their families, who live this hell on earth. It is their call to duty, their sacrifices that have left scars on our public psyche. Scars that will never truly heal. Scars that will cost us dearly both monetarily and psychologically for years to come.

  One of the most timely and well written Lady Justice novels to date, "Lady Justice and The Vet" gives you a brief glimpse into PTSD and the realities of war, yet hasn't lost the sense of humor that Walt and his merry band of characters brings into every Lady Justice adventure. References to Old Man Feeney stopping up the toilets are as familiar and (oddly) comforting to Lady Justice fans as are the Kansas City land marks sprinkled throughout the story.

  Thank you, Robert, for reminding us that heroes and demons are made in every battle, even after the fighting has ended.

  Cynthia Coer Butcher

  Blue Springs, Missouri

  October 2013

  DEDICATION

  To the brave men and women of our Armed Forces who put on the uniform every day to preserve our liberty and freedom and protect our homes and families from tyranny and oppression.

  Know that we are thankful for your service and that our prayers are with you and your families not only on your tour of duty, but when you return home as well.

  Amazon 5 Star Reviews

  LADY JUSTICE AND THE VET is a thought-provoking tale that will dig deep into the hearts of many people across the globe. Jaime G. – Amazon Review

  Another edition to a great series. A story encompassing a serious social issue of the day, returning Vets and the many issues they face.

  K9sage – Amazon Review

  Thank you for writing about a serious subject (PTSD)... so overlooked for so many years the reality of war, especially from Vietnam.

  Elayne A. – Amazon Review

  I thought this story was a wonderful combination of action and awareness. As a family member of someone who serves in the military, I thought this story explained a lot of things that I saw in my loved on when he came home from Iraq.

  Katie M. – Amazon Review

  This book has the usual humor, friendship and action and it also sheds light on current events and our war Vets and all the struggles they face once they return home. Having worked in the medical field for a very long time I have met patients with PTSD and saw first-hand how crippling it can be.

  Buecher wurm – Amazon Review

  This particular book resonated with me as I worked a number of years at a VA hospital on the psych ward, with (primarily) Viet Nam veterans dealing with PTSD and the related drug and alcohol issues. The author presents the trauma veterans can face with accuracy and a definite feel of reality. Sharon – Amazon Review

  Mr. Thornhill really captures the spirit and traumas of deployed veterans. It left a lasting impression (on me) which has me feeling more respect, pride and thankfulness towards our military men and women. I highly recommend to all.

  Sheri W. – Amazon Review

  Perhaps the strongest message in this book was Thornhill's incorporating into the fabric of the narrative, the social tragedy of the problems faced by our veterans as they return home from war, wounded in body for some, and in their souls for many. At the end, we are left with as many questions as we started with. Thornhill once again gives us some smiles and lots of action, coupled with another thought provoking look at our society today.

  C. Jones – Amazon Review

  LADY JUSTICE

  AND

  THE VET

  A WALT WILLIAMS

  MYSTERY/COMEDY NOVEL

  ROBERT THORNHILL

  Lady Justice and the Vet

  Copyright October, 2013 by Robert Thornhill

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way, by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.

  This novel is a work of fiction. Names, incidents and entities included in the story are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, events and entities is entirely coincidental.

  Published in the United States of America

  Cover design by Peg Thornhill

  Fiction, Humorous

  Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General

  LADY JUSTICE AND THE VET

  PROLOGUE

  Men have been fighting and slaughtering one another since the beginning of time.

  Our great country was founded by the brave men and women who fought and gave their all in the Revolutionary War. It is estimated that 25,000 perished, but another 25,000 were wounded or disabled.

  The Civil War proved to be the bloodiest in American history with over 620,000 deaths.

  World War I saw over 116,000 die and World War II took the lives of over 405,000 service men and women.

  Next came Korea where 36,500 US troops fell, followed by Vietnam where America suffered over 58,000 casualties.

  Today, our fellow countrymen are fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan where 7,000 brave warriors have lost their lives.

  In each of these conflicts, the agony, suffering and death of so many is justified because we are fighting to preserve our liberty and our freedom.

  The last verse of our National Anthem says it all:

  O thus be it ever, when free men shall stand

  Between their loved home and the war’s desolation.

  Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land

  Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

  Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just

  And this be our motto, “In God is our trust.”

  And the star spangled banner in triumph shall wave

  O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

  And so, with patriotism filling their hearts and high ideals filling their minds, our young men and women leave their homes, their friends and their families and travel thousands of miles to foreign lands to fight for liberty and justice.

  Soon, they find that the reality of war is far removed from the recruiter’s encouragement to “Be all that you can be,” or to become one of “The few --- the proud --- the Marines.”

  On the beaches of Normandy, in the jungles of Vietnam and on the barren plains of Afghanistan they soon discover, as did General William T. Sherman, that war is hell. “You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it.”

  Many die on the field of battle; many more return home with wounds both physical and psychological.

  For those that make the ultimate sacrifice, the war is over. These
heroes are laid to rest with honor and their families say farewell, but for those that have survived, the war is far from over.

  The popular conception of the returning soldier is the parade down Main Street with the high school band playing patriotic songs or the famous photo of the returning sailor planting a big kiss on a total stranger in celebration of V-J day.

  But for many, the reality is far different.

  Long after the last shots are fired, the images of the battles, the suffering and the carnage, the cries of the wounded and dying are buried deep inside, coming back to haunt in the dark hours.

  While many of the Americans who have fought in Iraq and Afghanistan have returned strengthened with newfound confidence, deep friendships, and pride of service, others have returned with mental scars, some diagnosed, some not.

  It is estimated that nearly 20% of returning servicemen suffer from posttraumatic stress disorder.

  Those who have served bravely and risked their lives to preserve our freedom deserve the opportunity to return to their homes, find jobs, have children, and enjoy the life of freedom for which they fought.

  Too often, it just doesn’t happen.

  CHAPTER 1

  Zad Valley, Helmand Province, Afghanistan

  In the early morning hour, before the sun rose above the Tangee Mountains and cast its first rays into the Zad Valley, Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallion helicopters swooped into the valley disgorging troops from the 3rd Battalion, 4th Marines. Their objective was to disrupt Taliban supply lines and communications.

  Private First Class Archie Langston and Corporal Ben Singleton were among the thousand Marines that choked on the dust stirred up by the massive blades of the Stallions as they made their way across the valley toward the villages of the Helmand Province.

  “Think we’ll see any ragheads today?” Langston asked as his company approached the mud walled compound surrounding the first village.

  “Sergeant Clark said that forty or fifty Taliban had been spotted in the area,” Singleton replied. “So --- yeah, I think we’ll see some action today.”

  “Quiet!” someone in front ordered.

  As they moved silently through the pre-dawn darkness, they heard a low whistle just ahead --- followed by another whistle closer to the village --- then another.

  “What is that?” Langston whispered.

  “I think we just lost the element of surprise,” Singleton replied. “Lookouts from the village just announced our presence.”

  As if in confirmation, a silhouette rose above the clay wall and a muzzle flash was followed by the report of an AK-47.

  “Take cover!” Sergeant Clark ordered. “We’re sitting ducks out here in the dark. We’ll wait till first light to enter the village.”

  As the darkness gave way to the dawn, the sergeant gave the order, “Let’s move out!”

  The company advanced cautiously toward the village, knowing that any moment Taliban soldiers might appear, attacking with their Ak-47’s and grenade launchers.

  “Check every structure,” Sergeant Clark ordered. “They could be hiding anywhere.”

  Quietly, the company moved through the village as ordered.

  Most of the mud homes contained only frightened civilians, fearing both the Americans and the Taliban.

  “Where are the bastards?” Private Langston asked as they entered the huge square that was the village market.

  “They’re here somewhere,” Singleton replied. “We may not see them, but I’m betting they can see us.”

  At that moment, a woman accompanied by a child approached the company from one of the shops in the market.

  The sergeant held up his hand as the woman came near the advancing soldiers.

  A moment later, the concussion from an explosion knocked Langston and Singleton to the ground.

  “Oh my God!” Langston shouted as he wiped bits of bone, blood and flesh from his face. “That woman --- she killed herself, her child and four of our guys! How can someone do that?”

  Before Singleton could answer, a hail of bullets forced them to cover.

  The firefight lasted only fifteen minutes, but in that time, three more of the company fell along with the Taliban snipers.

  “Move out!” Sergeant Clark ordered, and the company moved forward checking every hut for the enemy.

  When they reached the far end of the market square, another woman, draped in a heavy shawl, came running toward them.

  “Suicide bomber!” someone yelled, and the woman fell as a half dozen soldiers fired.

  There was no explosion and the men moved cautiously toward the still body.

  Sergeant Clark pulled the shawl away expecting to see explosives strapped to her body. He grimaced and stepped back in horror as he saw the motionless body of a young child clinging to his mother’s breast in death.

  “My God! What have we done?” he muttered.

  The company watched in stunned silence as grieving family members carried the lifeless bodies away.

  “I’m so sorry!” sobbed one of the soldiers that fired the fatal shots.

  “Okay, pull yourselves together,” Sergeant Clark ordered. “We have a job to do. Let’s finish this and get out of here.”

  Meticulously, they cleared the rest of the village and were on the road to their rendezvous point when Corporal Singleton heard the “click” from under the foot of a soldier a dozen yards ahead.

  Dust, gravel and shrapnel filled the air as the IED exploded.

  Corporal Singleton felt the stinging pain as the hot metal pierced his flesh.

  Langston had been in front of him and had absorbed the bulk of the shrapnel.

  Singleton crawled to the side of his fallen friend and was horrified to see bare bone protruding from where his legs had been.

  “Corpsman! Corpsman! We need help here. Help! Somebody! Please!”

  The last thing he remembered before everything went dark was the WHAP, WHAP, WHAP of the blades of the big choppers that had come to carry away the wounded and dying.

  CHAPTER 2

  WHAP, WHAP, WHAP

  Ben Singleton heard the blades of the big choppers.

  “Help! Over here! Archie’s hit! He’s hurt bad!”

  “Shhh, Ben,” Tracy Singleton whispered, putting her arms around her husband. “It’s okay. I’m here. You’re home and safe.”

  “The choppers,” he muttered. “I heard the choppers coming.”

  “You were dreaming again, Sweetie. It’s just the ceiling fan.”

  Ben lay very still and as he awoke from his recurring nightmare, he realized she was right. He wasn’t in the dusty road outside the village in Zad Valley. He was safe and sound in his home in Kansas City.

  “It’s just so real,” he whispered. “I could taste it, feel it, smell it --- I wonder if it will ever go away.”

  “Dr. Fletcher said it would take some time ---”

  “Time! How much time? It’s been four years!”

  Immediately, he regretted his outburst. “I’m sorry Tracy. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You’ve been so great.”

  “It’s okay. I understand,” she said laying her head on his chest. We’ll get through this --- together.”

  Ben looked at the clock. “I’d better get going. We’ve got a big landscaping job in Brookside today.”

  Before his tour in Afghanistan, Ben was being groomed for a management position in a large brokerage firm, but after returning home and healing from his wounds he discovered he just wasn’t comfortable in the confines of an office. He felt enclosed and trapped.

  After what he had seen and experienced in the Marines, his co-workers in their suits and ties seemed so shallow. Some had been curious about his tour of duty, but there was just no way that he could make someone who had not been there understand the horrors of battle.

  He had taken a job with Empire Landscaping that gave him the freedom to work outside with minimal contact with the other members of the crew. It didn’t pay all that well, but it was hard
physical labor which was what he needed to take his mind off of the images that kept forcing themselves back into his consciousness. Most nights, he would tumble into bed exhausted and fall into a deep sleep --- most nights, but not all.

  CHAPTER 3

  I heard the captain’s voice in my earpiece, “Run to the north side of the roof and jump! Don’t think! Just jump!”

  I wiped the red slime from the dye pack from my eyes. The perp was doing the same thing and I knew the minute he could see, he would be firing another round in my direction.

  Following the captain’s instructions, I ran toward the north side of the roof wondering how I was going to survive a leap from the top of a three-story building.

  I heard the report of the pistol and felt the bullet whiz past my ear. The next shot might not miss.

  I launched myself over the edge and felt myself falling --- falling --- falling, until finally I was engulfed in the webbing of a net.

  It closed around me, and I fought to free my arms ----.

  “Walt! Wake up! You’re tearing the covers off the bed!”

  I awoke and found myself tangled in the sheets and Maggie lying beside me with a worried look on her face.

  “It’s the nightmare again, isn’t it?” she asked.

  I nodded.

  “You really need to tell the captain,” she said, helping me untangle my arms. “I know they have people that you can talk to.”

 

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