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... The flight from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport to South Vietnam was the most surreal event of my young life. Leaving behind a rainy Seattle, after a couple of days of record processing at Fort Lewis, Washington, I was on my way to a future filled with uncertainty, apprehension, and downright fear. I was part of another planeload of military cargo--U.S. replacement soldiers--wending its way to Southeast Asia.
I remember thinking the obvious, what every other young man and a few grizzled old vets were also contemplating. Will I someday be returning home on a flight filled with relieved and happy conquering heroes, or will I die in a foreign land that I had never heard of until a few years before? ... |
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