Just some ramblings of my past experiences from Vietnam, and remembering a friend Clyde Owenby and how he died, and the terror dreams that wake me up some days. OK, maybe Im fucked up? Night sweats arent my game either. But I trust the Veterans Administration about as far as I can throw them. They probably owe me THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS, I'll never see, cause I wont kiss their ass! Or jump through their hoops. FUCK THE VA! But I still think about Clyde all these years later. This make me a basket case? The military,veterans administration probably owe me over a million dollars I'll never see; cause I wont kiss their asses.OK I may have been fucked up for years? Who knows? Cost me 4 marriages? And lots of child support?
Your story sounds eerily similar to my Father's story, only his occurred in December 1971 and there were four guys in the vehicle, of which only one survived. I've seen firsthand how that experience affected my Father and it has made a huge impression on me. You are in my thoughts, Brock.
punkyvid 2 months ago
I always appreciate when others share their experiences. There are many stories yet to be told, held within ones self. I feel bad for most who live with those stories in their head with no will to release the burden.
vtwinbreed 2 months ago