BOOKS IN THE WORKS           Watch for a new book of excitement and intrigue. Sonny's Viet Nam war             experiences have made it possible to write a book of fiction based on             facts from the Viet Nam War.  Ltc Steven B. Marion  POW?            His elbows were blood-covered, his fatigue jacket ripped, and his face scarred with             multiple scratches from the vines and branches he had been unable to duck.  The rope             burned his neck.  He could not see clearly in the darkness, the path covered with growth             and hidden from the air.  The smaller men fit perfectly beneath the growth, padding softly             on the impacted soil of the well-used trail. They traveled only at night to avoid detection             and they used only trails such as this one: Hidden, well trampled, and formed by men             much shorter in stature than the man with the leather rope around his neck.  The             American stumbled again expecting the sharp bite of the leash.  Branches tore at his             body and the impact as his elbows hit the ground stunned him each time he fell.  Voices             whispered loudly to him, urging him to get up, one man tugging on the rope.  The man             behind nudged him with his foot, telling him to move. The hatless prisoner rolled to a             kneeling position.  His captors had stripped off all equipment except for the clothes he             wore.  Even the fatigue jacket he wore was not his own; it had blood stains around the             bullet holes in it, testifying to the fact its previous owner had died.  Members of this             enemy group wore his webbed gear and carried his personal items.  They had not             injured him during his capture but his pride and dignity had suffered enough to make up             for any physical excuses he could make for having been captured.  Exhausted and in             the manner of a brow- beaten child who suddenly decides to stand up for himself, he             declared "No!" loudly, and when he came to his feet he refused to go on.  He needed a             rest and he insisted on one now.  Hungry and sore, he realized they would not kill him.              They intended to take him somewhere.  He decided to test his captors.