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Global - ....Grandfather was flown back to Venezuela, and later Trinidad, where they named Gonzales, Belmont, after him. Rudolph Charles [“Charlo”] insisted that I was born on the Laventille Hill. Little did he know I was born in Gonzales, a ritual for all our families. Charlo must have meant conceived, not born.
Anyway, in Vietnam, I was in the trenches, too — defensive perimeters made up of wire, mines, machine guns, sandbags and bunkers. I spoke to Grandfather one night when my company was expecting the Viet Cong (VC) to roll in. These night devils would disrupt your sleep in a minute. So I meditated with him as if he were prayers sent by the Almighty. I felt relieved.
On the battlefield, we played a game of survival, young uninformed Trini-American soldiers.
This is some real deep stuff right here Dalton.
Thank you, Bugs. It came from the heart. I've never ever thought I'd be on the front line in a war. I had expected to graduate from Howard University, where friends would stop by my dorm to help them with their work. But I left Howard for NYU (New York University) and suffice to say, the draft board figured I had left school and so drafted me. My life had changed irrevocably in one fell swoop. I though of my grandfather, and my brother, Elton, an artist and a big time swimmer, then I realized I was on my own, among thousands of ground-pounders. So, I fit in like an ordinary Trini and won awards as a Soldier. I don't regret the jungle. I mean walking point in that tight-ass VC groove perked me up. The rest is history. A Screenplay is in the works, but I don't like how Hollywood is pushing me. I want to be the best so I'll complete the work when I'm good and ready. It's up to me, not them. Thanks, Bugs. Blessings. Will stay in touch. Dalton J. Narine
Your articles of life experiences always captivate me. My mind follows you through each harrowing ordeal and that emotion brings back memories of friends who spent times in those trenches as well..
On this weekend the country remembers those periods of who did not make it there, those who came back and still did not make it here... and those who walk among us with enough battle scars that they secretly carry in their everyday life. I carry your memories every day I communicate with my survivor friends.
Thank you for your service and even more for your ability to tell the world of your survival.