The Henchman from Saigon (Final Story to "Voices out of Saigon)
Finality to: “Voices out of Saigon
The Henchman from Saigon
(Sept 1—2001 /Final Story to “Voices out of Saigon)
Toai Le was now in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. The trip they handmade to Lima, Peru for the cockfight, was still puzzling Morgan Carter, and he told his wife, Ming Ho Carter, not to visit, or see, only talk, to Zuxin, her best girlfriend. He had put two and two together, and explained to Ming; Zuxin’s husband was related to the Koea boss’, the syndicate bosses of Saigon. She thought this a little farfetched, since it was never brought up by Nguyen, Zuxin’s husband. Nonetheless, he wanted Ming to promise him, she would not see her again, unless they all decided to go to the United States. Things just didn’t fit into place.
“Listen up,” he said, “Zuxin got a belated wedding gift, the bosses felt guilty, that perhaps they could not kill her for her leaving the sons, their grand sons, to an old witch, and thus, got killed because of her negligence.”
“Ok,” said Ming, “But I think you are taking this to a level beyond reason.”
Morgan had done a little investigating to come up to his conclusion, that if they stayed out of the way, there was no reason, for the family to go after them. And nobody gets a free holiday from some unknown source; when something is too good to be true, it is just that, something that will bite you later. If you smell some, you can bet there is a fire somewhere, someplace nearby.
Morgan went down to the Mekong to fish, he often did, with Zuxin’s relatives, and Ming was to go to the Russian Market, buy some vegetables. When at 1:15 PM, Zuxin calls her up, says, “Come over I want to show you my lip stick…”
“I can’t I promised Morgan I’d stay away from you, he thinks your hot, meaning, Nguyen family, the syndicate bosses will send someone to kill you.”
“I never thought Nguyen was part of that group, or at least he never mentioned it. I think it must be some far off un- connecting relative, not directly related to him. You’re safe here.”
“Well, just for a minute, I don’t want Morgan to get mad, incase he comes home, and calls you looking for me. He’s gentile, but when it comes to direct defying, he’s back in the Army I think, and I have to stand at attention until he is done.” (Both the girls laugh,)
1:45 PM
Ming had now arrived at Zuxin’s second floor condo, which was as big as a house, if not two, 1600 Square feet, with beautiful carpeting, and drapes, and new everything in it, and she went inside to visit Zuxin. At 1:50 PM, the door bell rang, it was a woman selling lipstick: what a coincidence thought Ming, and opened the door unthinkingly, automatically (unknowing the house was bugged, and Le knows every move Zuxin made).
No sooner had she opened the door, looked at the lady, Le had his machete pulled out, and beheaded her like a chicken, the woman caught the head, and Le put the body down in the hallway, not a sound was made, and the lady put a shroud over her, as not to frighten anyone who might come by, it covered most everything fleshly visible. The head was laid on her lap. And then Le paid her $500-dollars, and told her go, and never to mention what took place.
Zuxin was in the bedroom, she say Le now, sat firmly in her chair, her skin turned pale, her fair beauty, once deep, now it turned limp in a matter of seconds, wrinkles that she thought were long gone with cosmetics, showed up, she looked like a dead fish, arms long and unmoving, slim pale face, legs moving, pink lips, “I am Toai Le, and with a switch of the machete, she was decapitated also.
Sergeant Morgan Carter II
(October 7, 2001)
On October 7, 2001, Morgan Carter returned to the United States of America, and bought a home on Albemarle Street, in St. Paul, Minnesota, and goes to the local bookstore nowadays, and just writes. He did not remarry, but last I heard he was thinking about going back to Peru, to see another Cockfight, he remarried a Peruvian woman, and lives there to this writing (2008).
Mr. Jong
On January 1, 2005, Mr. Jong married a young girl from Saigon, and on January 15, of 2005, he had a heart attack in bed, from you know what. But he died happy I understand, with a smile on his face.
Henry, Linda and Gills
Will, this is strange, but this is the way it happened. Corporal Phillip Gills, got out of prison, went to New Orleans, and during one of those celebrations they have, on Bourbon Street, met none other than Linda Macaulay, this was in December of 2002, they married, and had seven kids, and that is another book. They live to this day, or writing, June, 2008, in New Orleans.
Henry Small, Cassandra’s old boyfriend, went on to law school, didn’t like it, and started playing in a band, he likes ‘The Doors,’ he says, and who knows maybe we will be hearing from him in the near future.
The Henchman from Saigon
(Sept 1—2001 /Final Story to “Voices out of Saigon)
Toai Le was now in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. The trip they handmade to Lima, Peru for the cockfight, was still puzzling Morgan Carter, and he told his wife, Ming Ho Carter, not to visit, or see, only talk, to Zuxin, her best girlfriend. He had put two and two together, and explained to Ming; Zuxin’s husband was related to the Koea boss’, the syndicate bosses of Saigon. She thought this a little farfetched, since it was never brought up by Nguyen, Zuxin’s husband. Nonetheless, he wanted Ming to promise him, she would not see her again, unless they all decided to go to the United States. Things just didn’t fit into place.
“Listen up,” he said, “Zuxin got a belated wedding gift, the bosses felt guilty, that perhaps they could not kill her for her leaving the sons, their grand sons, to an old witch, and thus, got killed because of her negligence.”
“Ok,” said Ming, “But I think you are taking this to a level beyond reason.”
Morgan had done a little investigating to come up to his conclusion, that if they stayed out of the way, there was no reason, for the family to go after them. And nobody gets a free holiday from some unknown source; when something is too good to be true, it is just that, something that will bite you later. If you smell some, you can bet there is a fire somewhere, someplace nearby.
Morgan went down to the Mekong to fish, he often did, with Zuxin’s relatives, and Ming was to go to the Russian Market, buy some vegetables. When at 1:15 PM, Zuxin calls her up, says, “Come over I want to show you my lip stick…”
“I can’t I promised Morgan I’d stay away from you, he thinks your hot, meaning, Nguyen family, the syndicate bosses will send someone to kill you.”
“I never thought Nguyen was part of that group, or at least he never mentioned it. I think it must be some far off un- connecting relative, not directly related to him. You’re safe here.”
“Well, just for a minute, I don’t want Morgan to get mad, incase he comes home, and calls you looking for me. He’s gentile, but when it comes to direct defying, he’s back in the Army I think, and I have to stand at attention until he is done.” (Both the girls laugh,)
1:45 PM
Ming had now arrived at Zuxin’s second floor condo, which was as big as a house, if not two, 1600 Square feet, with beautiful carpeting, and drapes, and new everything in it, and she went inside to visit Zuxin. At 1:50 PM, the door bell rang, it was a woman selling lipstick: what a coincidence thought Ming, and opened the door unthinkingly, automatically (unknowing the house was bugged, and Le knows every move Zuxin made).
No sooner had she opened the door, looked at the lady, Le had his machete pulled out, and beheaded her like a chicken, the woman caught the head, and Le put the body down in the hallway, not a sound was made, and the lady put a shroud over her, as not to frighten anyone who might come by, it covered most everything fleshly visible. The head was laid on her lap. And then Le paid her $500-dollars, and told her go, and never to mention what took place.
Zuxin was in the bedroom, she say Le now, sat firmly in her chair, her skin turned pale, her fair beauty, once deep, now it turned limp in a matter of seconds, wrinkles that she thought were long gone with cosmetics, showed up, she looked like a dead fish, arms long and unmoving, slim pale face, legs moving, pink lips, “I am Toai Le, and with a switch of the machete, she was decapitated also.
Sergeant Morgan Carter II
(October 7, 2001)
On October 7, 2001, Morgan Carter returned to the United States of America, and bought a home on Albemarle Street, in St. Paul, Minnesota, and goes to the local bookstore nowadays, and just writes. He did not remarry, but last I heard he was thinking about going back to Peru, to see another Cockfight, he remarried a Peruvian woman, and lives there to this writing (2008).
Mr. Jong
On January 1, 2005, Mr. Jong married a young girl from Saigon, and on January 15, of 2005, he had a heart attack in bed, from you know what. But he died happy I understand, with a smile on his face.
Henry, Linda and Gills
Will, this is strange, but this is the way it happened. Corporal Phillip Gills, got out of prison, went to New Orleans, and during one of those celebrations they have, on Bourbon Street, met none other than Linda Macaulay, this was in December of 2002, they married, and had seven kids, and that is another book. They live to this day, or writing, June, 2008, in New Orleans.
Henry Small, Cassandra’s old boyfriend, went on to law school, didn’t like it, and started playing in a band, he likes ‘The Doors,’ he says, and who knows maybe we will be hearing from him in the near future.
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