Performing triage on a hundred wounded at Khe Sanh my first time in 1967, after Marines had a hell of a fight for hills 881 and 861. Second time in 1968 during siege of Khe Sanh. I was member of combat Air Evac, USAF.
Learning from the New York Times newspaper of the attack on Song Be where my husband, Capt. Austin Miller, was. It took four days before he could make a call transferred from the Philippines to tell me he was alive and not wounded.
After discharge and attending the University of Kansas on the GI Bill, the girls would answer, "Oh, I don't date veterans. I can't be seen on campus with a killer
My best feel-good memory of the Vietnam War was whenever we had to go from Cu Chi base camp to a forward area, we would load up on C Rations so we could toss the food to village children as we passed through in the convoy.
Flying at night in a C-130 over the central highlands while under attack by the NVA anti-aircraft batteries and being at Camp Alpha at the start of the NVA-Viet Cong 1968 Tet Offensive.
On Jan. 30, 1968, the eve of the Vietnamese New Year, we heard there would be a two-day cease fire. The Vietnamese would celebrate with family, feasting, fireworks, and were very careful about what they did on the first day. That day, all hell broke loose
Sometimes it all seems a dream or maybe a nightmare to have my 20th and 21st birthdays so far away with a brotherhood of pilots, crew chiefs, and the infantry that we carried or supported in our combat roles protecting other ground troops that came under fire.
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