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.
Mud and Dust
Tay Ninh’s weather consists of two seasons, wet and dry, but for us the seasons were better named mud and dust. They split the year fairly evenly, and change in seasons was gradual during both [...]