We may not have been captured, but we were captive—restricted to a fire support base as our lives dragged along second by second. It was a year’s tour –31,536,000 seconds with no place to go. Instead, we spent those seconds firing our howitzers at different times of day and from different places, never stopping for long. It was 24/7, relentless and mind numbing.
Within this story lies one of the many ironies of my tour. Our human waste was valuable to the Vietnamese, and we were burning it. Burning our shit actually deprived local farmers of valuable fertilizer, [...]