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Like a lot of other young men who came home from Vietnam, I was angry; angry at the waste of young lives in a war that would eventually be repudiated by the majority of the country which had sent us there. I was bitter that the friends I had lost vanished in the ether, with very little to mark their time on this earth. I vowed to not let their names be lost to history, that I would find the time to write their story in the little vignettes and scraps of notes that I had kept during my time in the war.
I tried to write in the voice of the time. At times the language and the attitudes portrayed are harsh. I mean to offend no one, merely to tell it as we lived it. I wrote how I felt about it while it was happening. It is a little different than most stories about young men in war. I hope you will feel the emotions that we felt.
War is a pretty grim business, but there are chuckles and laughter along the way. I’d like to share the highs and the lows with you. I hope you enjoy the tale.
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