It’s been 47 years since Vietnam. It is just as much a part of my life now as it was then, unable to forget those days in country nor do I want to. Those that we lost must have their memories carried on so others can remember the dark days of the Vietnam War.
My journey began as a boat ride out of San Francisco with our helicopters to Qui Nhon, Pleiku to Chu Lai. 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.
Today I still meet troubled veterans of our war and other wars who have had life-changing experiences; what I notice the most is that in military life — in combat or support, under attack or on the offense — all veterans from WWII to the Middle East have had their lives changed from their experience.