What did you accomplish today?

doublejj

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50 years ago this week, while serving as a medic with the 9th Infantry Div. in Vietnam we crossed the border into Cambodia for a fun filled 5 weeks looking for the enemy, and we found them. Much of my PTSD comes from this period. Nasty thick jungles in Cambodia, intense close firefights were the rule. We had to walk into Cambodia and had no air support, and the enemy knew it. How i made it out of there I will never know, soldiers falling all around me. There were no news crews in Cambodia and the press/people never knew just how bad things were in those dark Cambodian jungles.....but by some miracle im still here today...
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I carried a hand grenade on my web gear as a last resort should I be overtaken by the VC, they weren't taking any prisoners.....I pulled the pin twice in Cambodia, that's how close i came... :roll:
 

Laughing Grass

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I carried a hand grenade on my web gear as a last resort should I be overtaken by the VC, they weren't taking any prisoners.....I pulled the pin twice in Cambodia, that's how close i came... :roll:
That's so harsh for a young kid to have to make those types of decisions, I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like. I'm happy you're still with us tho.
 

doublejj

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Glad you made it back, it's a shame you still have to pay for the return trip home.

Hang tough Brother your experience is helping others.
Cambodia smells different than Vietnam.....it smells like death. When I think of death I get flashes of what Cambodia smelled like. I smelled death from the minute we crossed the border until we crossed back out. Weird but that's how i remember it. I think that maybe the jungles were so thick they stifled the air flow and the smell of the dead was captured and not dissipated. You could smell death everywhere we went in Cambodia. we couldn't airlift our own dead out so we had to carry them with us. It still makes me a little sick to my stomach when I think about it. survivors guilt is very real.....and painful
 
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Laughing Grass

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Yep, it's called my Fapping Folder on my pc...


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Yummy...
And you named them individually?

I once scored four touchdowns...in a SINGLE game.

Back when I played for Polk High, I scored 4 touchdowns against Andrew Johnson High School in our 1966 city championship game, including a last minute TD to win the game against my old nemesis, Bubba "Spare Tire" Dixon
I started watching that last month. I gave it my best shot but couldn't make it past four episodes.

Here's a new flower, one of my roses, it is called a Chicago Peace rose.
Was the yellow and red flower that you used to have a rose as well?
 

manfredo

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I carried a hand grenade on my web gear as a last resort should I be overtaken by the VC, they weren't taking any prisoners.....I pulled the pin twice in Cambodia, that's how close i came... :roll:
And you were basically just a kid at the time...No wonder you have PTSD. I had 2 good friends that were there....one was a medic, and the other did 2 tours....both had PTSD and addictions. I'm a few years younger and missed it, thank God. I'm sorry that shit still haunts you...I know you saw the worst shit!! :peace:
 

Afarah.86

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After approx a year being on a burnout, I decided to write an email to my manager sharing my thoughts on why all this happened to me.
I felt like it was the right thing to do. I didn't want to leave the company without a proper closure and keeping her in doubt whether she had something to do with it.
I didn't receive a reply yet, but I'm not expecting it either.
After sending it, I felt energetic and ready to conquer the day. A heavy burden got lifted off my chest. Drove to the supermarket, did some groceries, sang in the car, celebrated my friend's bd on zoom and took care of my plant.
Corporate might not cut it anymore, I'm realising that I need to be more useful than sitting in front of a screen reading documents and having no connection with the real world.
 
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