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When I went to RVN, I was a young man of 23, but, because of accelerated promotion practices in the wartime Army, I was already a captain. My first unit was the First Air Cavalry Division. My job was... read more »
I was drafted in December of 1968, arriving in Vietnam the following September. I had extensive training as an infantryman, but on my arrival in-country I was sent to an artillery battery, even though I had never even seen... read more »
I want to change my way of thinking I want to be more than I am Life has been a cruel joke to me Since that thing called Vietnam Don't mean to sing to you no blues songs Or... read more »
My brother, Keith Wesley Allen, was killed October 13, 1967, in Viet Nam. I was 16, my younger brother 14. I watched the PBS special tonight on Maya Lin; I sobbed when the memorial was shown as well as... read more »
I am the sister of a dead vet. He came back from Nam, addicted and frightened, but alive. He would not sleep in the basement anymore. He would sleep on the couch and scream occassionally during the night I... read more »
Well, I guess it's kind of strange to have a story from someone who wasn't alive during the war, but I know the impact Vietnam has had on my life is profound. My father, like most other fathers of... read more »
As a young man I was called upon to serve my country just as my father before me... I had no real understanding of the war or what it meant to my country or myself, I only had the understanding... read more »
I have no regrets about NOT serving in the War. I will never understand how many of my peers at the time were so 'gun ho' about going to VN. Despite my feelings, I never held those who went... read more »
the sadness of arrogance by the hair black bloody and muddy he carries that head with a smile it wasn't his but now it is the head smiles too both staring at you there they are on the red dusty... read more »
It was sometime 1969, QuangTri combat base. I was in a tower watching helicopters land. I noticed a particular copter had come down rather hard and wondered why. I was close enough that I could see that blood was... read more »
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