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I was born in 1955. I was a high school student in Long Island, NY during Vietnam. I remember as a young person, the body counts on television and the turmoil. And the conflict I remember most vividly at my... read more »
I was a child during Vietnam, so I saw the dead, killed, given like baseball scores on the nightly news - enemy-dead and American-dead. And the Vietnam Memorial, finally, when it was made, was just another mindless, meaningless tabulation... read more »
I was a soldier in Vietnam. I spent three tours in Vietnam. When I first went over there I was a very patriotic young fool. After my first tour I had a different outlook on life. I hold life... read more »
I guess I called this because in a few days it will be December 5th. And on December 5th, 1965, when I was 9 years old, I'm now 40, we were notified, actually on December 6th we were notified,... read more »
p> I was just a little girl when the Vietnam war came about and my older brother was drafted. And I watched him go away and, you know, all the patriotic glory. Our whole family watched him go away, and... read more »
As an eight year old in 1967 I was horrified to hear and see the supposed wholesale slaughter of our servicemen in Vietnam as was portrayed by the media on the evening news stories. In the working class, agricultural... read more »
Some of the details have become clouded with time. But this is how I remember it. Not for the squeamish. On May 3, 1969, I had 30 days left on my tour. When I first got in-country, infantrymen were... read more »
I still keep a letter that I wrote to my brother, John on his 17th birthday under my keyboard as a "momento" of my loss of innocence. I wrote to him on my first day on the gun line.... read more »
In 1967, I was 20 years old. Today, I am writing this installment at the age of 49. 1 have changed in many ways but most dramatically in the area of expression. Feelings that were buried for many years... read more »
The piercing scream of the police whistle cut through the thick soup of dust, heat, and the din of scores of scurrying people and monstrous machines. The traffic cop -- actually an ARVN soldier -- was trying to bring... read more »
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