That was a good one skipper.I'm grateful that them young service people got home safe to their families.When I got home,I surprised my dad,a WWI vet,we hugged,and as I recall it I was doing the crying.I was happy to be home in one piece.My mom lost a cancer battle when I was two,so it was just me and my dad.He told me how proud he was of me, and how he wished my brother was alive to greet me.My brother fought his way from North Africa to the middle of Europe during WWII with the 36th Infantry Division,a Texas outfit.He was from Illinois,so figure that one out.He came home and got run over by a drunk driver in 1950,and didn't survive it.That one still gets me Misty and lumped.Dad passed away a couple years later,and I figure I got a couple of old vets looking down on me,and I would do it again in a heartbeat if I could.Viet Nam still haunts me,but I'm not alone.Many other Viet Nam vets have the same problems.
Dobey
