Freedom Flight - The Origin of Mental Power by Lanny Bassham

Author:Lanny Bassham
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Mental Management Systems LLC
Published: 2010-06-16T14:00:00+00:00

Homecoming

What he remembered most, Jack told me, was the flight out of Viet Nam. A crew member asked him what he had missed most about freedom. They all wanted to be reunited with their families, of course, and to see the USA and how it had changed while they were gone. Then they began to laugh and talk about less meaningful, but still important, things that they wanted to do.

“Like what?” I asked.

“I remember saying that the first thing I’m going to eat is ice cream.” Jack said. “I had not eaten ice cream in over six years. The first thing I wanted to buy was a watch. I wanted one with a heavy back so I could have it engraved with the words ‘Freedom Flight’ and the date we flew out of Viet Nam. But more than anything else I had a terrible urge to play golf. I declared that nothing would keep me from hitting a golf ball on the first course I would see in the USA.”

“When we landed in Hawaii to refuel the aircraft we were surprised with a special gift from the crew,” Jack added. “That was the first time I had tried to eat ice cream through a flood of tears.”

“Our next stop was the USA mainland and a naval base there. When we landed we were met by ambulances to take us to the hospital for tests and observation. I’m certain we looked a sight. Most of us weighed half of our flight weight. When my ambulance arrived I jumped into the front seat with the driver. It was a bit chilly so he offered me his jacket as we made our way to the hospital.”

“Then an incredible thing happened. I looked to my right and I saw a golf course. I told the driver to pull over. I couldn’t believe it but he did just that. I jumped out of the ambulance and went into the club house of the course.”

“I want to play golf.” Jack demanded to the manager. “I can still remember him looking at me in disbelief. I was standing before him in skin and bone, in a jacket that was at least three sizes too big for me and I’m certain he thought I was deranged or homeless or both.”

“Are you a member of this club?” He asked.

“Not yet!” Jack said.

“Well, you have to be a member or play with a member here, Sir.”

“Are there any members here?” Jack enquired.

“In the bar.”

Jack walked into the bar, picked up a fork and a glass tumbler and banged the fork against it to get the attention of four men at a table.

“I’m Lt. Commander Jack Sands, U.S. Navy. I’ve just spent six years in a North Viet Nam prison camp and this is my first day home. I want to play golf. Would any of you be willing to help me?”

“What do you think happened? These guys were all retired Navy. With tears in their eyes they jumped up and literally carried me to the pro shop.

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