In late 1965 I received orders to go to Vietnam. I was in Saigon, RVN, from 1966 to 1967.
Of those with whom I served during that long and, in so many ways, confusing time, some came back in body bags, others, like myself, on 707 airliners.
Each year the memories of my time there fades a bit more; but the psychic scars of war, though they fade, shall never completely go away.
Of those with whom I served during that long and, in so many ways, confusing time, some came back in body bags, others, like myself, on 707 airliners.
Each year the memories of my time there fades a bit more; but the psychic scars of war, though they fade, shall never completely go away.
