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Marvis Parch
Marvis Parch is my pen name.
I have three children through my first wife who died in 1993. I got enough courage to marry again in 1997. Both of these women are angels. I got a Bo...view moreMarvis Parch is my pen name.
I have three children through my first wife who died in 1993. I got enough courage to marry again in 1997. Both of these women are angels. I got a Bonus Daughter in my 2nd marriage.
I have been a practicing lawyer in Florida since 1971. Punta Gorda, a Florida Municipal Corporation used to have me as their sole & part-time Municipal Attorney for 15 years. I currently am a sole practitioner.
I have three e-books available as follows:
1. The Pennsylvania Rangers. During the American Revolutionary War an ancestor of mine fought in Captain Philips' Pennsylvania Rangers. This screenplay/novella provides a lifelike insight via a fictional history of their combat with the Iroquois, complete with British advisors. Author: Marvis Parch, my pen name.
2. Snead's Ferry Tales. This is a volume of short stories. Author: Marvis Parch, my pen name.
3. Foxy Chives. A war diary by J.M. Rooney, from the Vietnamese War, which the Vietnamese call the American War. In college, I had changed my major and got a draft notice in 1966, after being out of sequence in the eyes of the administration.
The United States Marine Corps took me in. As you will see below, I had no choice.
In late 1967 my Regimental Commander in Camp Pendleton, California, slapped me on my back and said "Lance-Corporal Rooney, you are a great instructor in artillery, you will never go to the war."
Never say never.
About three months later the Tet Offensive was launched on the South Vietnamese and their foreign allies.
Three days later I was in Vietnam with the artillery battalion sent over with Regimental Landing Team 27.
I found a battery training notebook in my pocket and started a war diary on the plane ride over.
The cover of this book says that a college drop-out documents the 95% of the time that a combat Marine is not engaged in the terror of combat. If you want a description of combat I refer you to other authors.
A year or two before completing this book, more than a handful of draft dodgers from the 1960's during a vacation in Vancouver, Canada, did conversations with me. They still regretted the options available to young men in America, during those days. For those who stayed in Canada, their option was to go into the military or go to Canada. Getting a 4-F classification from the Draft Board was not an option to them, obviously. Me too.
Draft dodgers who came back to America have never crossed my path.
At cocktail parties those males my age who contrived a 4-F status or got a bona fide rating were shunned by me.
I was born on the Marine base, at Quantico, Virginia. My military dependent's card had not expired at the time I enlisted in 1966 and after my war experience, I became a civilian when my ready reserve time was over. Honorably Discharged. No longer was I a Government Mule, but still remain a military brat in America.
Save any criticism unless you read this book, or have walked in our shoes. My Dad, a career Marine, would have killed me.
We call the U.S.A., America. America is larger than the states. It is larger than the world. America is a place where you can dream and reach it by keeping your focus, and ignoring distractions and obstacles in your path.view less