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I was swimming in the 'Young Men's Christian Association' (YMCA) pool...
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I was drowning and it was horrible, water was everywhere and I was desperately trying to breathe while at the same time grab onto the other child who had fallen into the swimming pool when our little raft overturned...
We were unloading some crates onto a barge several hundred yards off the coast near the mouth of the Mekong river (we called it the Saigon river at the time)...
When I decided to give up trying to reach the shore and just let myself drown, suddenly everything seemed to stand totally still...
First: I was five years old, sitting atop an electric pole looking down at mother huddled over me and yelling for me to wake up...
I had just returned to Georgia from a reunion party in Texas...
On September 24, 1963, my family was supposed to move house to Oran (Algeria)...
At the age of five, my father had to slam on the brakes...
I went to the Venetian Pool with my foster parents at the time, one of their daughters, and my brother and sister...
I was a Combat Marine, in a battle in which certain death seemed imminent...
I felt like I woke up and saw my body lying in the pool...
I was floating over a billowing cornfield...
