Like I was an inanimate object she showed no recognition of my presence. Dress in black, the long shing black hair woman, knelt down in front of the prone Commander, and like a centerpiece with a r

His beaming eyes turned into slits like razor blades and burrowed deeper and deeper into the marrow of his brain. His face contorted, turning a white complexion, teeth clenched and index finger’s tou

  Shivering, and with a look of pleasure, he walked slowly towards me carrying a small blue box.  He then started questioning me about my sensitivity after having witnessed a wounded troop in pain.  

  My Dad would always tell me, it’s rare when a person cannot be disarmed with a smile and friendly word, but unfortunately they do exit.  In an intimidating voice he roared “what do you want”? For a

By 1967 over 10,000 North Vietnamese troops a month were carrying everything they own on their backs and marching down the Hoe Chi Minh trail. They had survived constant attacks and B-52 raids. The U