Token to Chaos Bombs Bullets and Booby Traps, Vietnam

Token to Chaos Bombs Bullets and Booby Traps Vietnam To my fellow warriors and those to follow What is not recorded is forgotten For a year existence was defined as trying to survive madness by killing and saving life especially our own May this not

  • Title: Token to Chaos Bombs Bullets and Booby Traps, Vietnam
  • Author: Barry A. Popkin Arne Johnson
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 355
  • Format: Kindle Edition
  • To my fellow warriors and those to follow What is not recorded is forgotten.For a year, existence was defined as trying to survive madness by killing, and saving life, especially our own May this not be forgotten He didn t go a mile before he tripped a Chi com clay and looked like spiced tomato soup I think he was with us two hours The new guys always get it firstTo my fellow warriors and those to follow What is not recorded is forgotten.For a year, existence was defined as trying to survive madness by killing, and saving life, especially our own May this not be forgotten He didn t go a mile before he tripped a Chi com clay and looked like spiced tomato soup I think he was with us two hours The new guys always get it first I can t believe how many times they dropped us off in hot LZ s We would be taking incoming fire the moment we hit the ground Suddenly, my steal pot came flying off I had taken a round thru my steel pot helmet and it spun around my helmet liner My ears were bleeding and I couldn t hear anything It s natural and smart to duck and get into an extremely low profile as bullets are cracking out your ears and threw your behind, but if you continue to cower, you will die You must start to put down a suppressing fire greater than the enemy Remember, whoever is ducking, is losing and dying Whoever has superior fire is killing and winning It was a world of vipers, leeches, tigers, water buffalo and deadly enemies with vast bunkers and tunnels complexes, pungy pits, booby traps, and everything was trying to kill you For the whole year, it seems like we went out for a week and then back in for a few days During the out time you could always throw the dice, fire fight today, no fire fight today It happened as much as it didn t happen Most small, some huge and almost all of them we came back bloody There was one consolation With a few exceptions, our company leaders and platoon leaders were excellent We are alive today because of exceptional men during exceptional times I was born in New York City, the youngest of six children We had very little, but were rich being born in the shadow of the greatest generation My first brother went into the Navy during the Korean War as a pilot on some of the first jets The next went into the Air force and probably invented a new rank below private My sister went into the Navy and was a Lieutenant at Guantanamo Bay The next two brothers and I were drafted into the Army in succession, during Vietnam They all came back from the service with their stories and this is mine Barry A Popkin considers himself lucky In addition to surviving 365 days in the jungle, he, unlike most of his squad, was able to make a smooth transition to civilian life and a successful career Upon my return from Vietnam, I went to college under the GI bill and spent the next forty years as a white collar accountant operational manager Now I live in Dover, Delaware Looking back on my family, we were living through history and it was being taught at the feel level.

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