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.

Trash

You may be wondering why an entire chapter on trash would be included. And, I will admit that had I not been in the Vietnam War, that would have been my first reaction as well. [...]

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Short

Zero. It’s not often in life that having nothing is a desire, much less an outright obsession. But in Vietnam, it was the most sought-after goal of every soldier, the beacon of light at the [...]

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Weeds

Everything grows in Tay Ninh. The area is a large greenhouse, with near-perfect growing conditions for most plant types. Inside a firebase, weeds were walked on, driven on, doused with various toxic weed killers, cut [...]

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Burning Shit: A How to Dispose of Waste Instructional

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, [...]

By |2017-05-08T15:11:49-05:00April 12th, 2017|My Vietnam Stories|Comments Off on Burning Shit: A How to Dispose of Waste Instructional
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