Is there somewhere you can see a persons old profile pics? That pic is from June of last year.
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...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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Tough shit you went through bud.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...
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.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...
Here's a new flower, one of my roses, it is called a Chicago Peace rose.lol I'm not liking everyone changing their profile pics. @Bobby schmeckle is right, you really do get to know people by their pictures. I miss raratt's flower pic.
Glad you made it back, it's a shame you still have to pay for the return trip home.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...
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 painfulGlad 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.
Here's a new flower, one of my roses, it is called a Chicago Peace rose.
I don't name them, I just try to keep them alive. It is a variance of a regular peace rose.What an oxymoron...
And you named them individually?
I started watching that last month. I gave it my best shot but couldn't make it past four episodes.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
Was the yellow and red flower that you used to have a rose as well?Here's a new flower, one of my roses, it is called a Chicago Peace rose.
That was a Hibiscus, a tropical plant. I think I lost it when I transplanted it. No biggie, less than $9 at Lowes, when they get them in.Was the yellow and red flower that you used to have a rose as well?
I was @Indagrow gawd that was fun and we all went around posting like our avatars posted.Sometime before you joined everyone traded avatars for a few days. That was a crazy mess.
Don't you think they deserve the recognition? For posterity?And you named them individually?
And you named them individually?
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!!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...