Why I Write
 

It was during the fighting in the Mekong Delta of Vietnam that I had one of my worst moments in combat. I had to crawl over a pile of dead and dying VC to get to the young soldier groaning in the mud. As I picked him up, he looked in my eyes and asked--"why do I have to die". I couldn't respond as I tried to push his intestines back inside his belly while he screamed and then his eyes went blank--blue eyes staring at nothing.

I wrote a poem about that incident and about the 58,000 who died like my young soldier. I posted the poem for those who served in Vietnam to read and understand.

Thanks, Ray!
 

Glad to have you on this site.

To my fellow warriors here at PF: Ranger Ray is my friend, an Honorary Scout, as he rode with us on 31 Jan 1968 after we finished the Battle of Widows' Village. After my Scout Platoon got caught in a 200 meter-long ambush, Ray assumed command of the trailing tracks, and defeated a numerically superior force. He has also served as the PR Director for the MOPH.

He's one of us.

Welcome here, Ray..and welcome home!
Sure seem to recognize that name. Perhaps we know one another from another world?

Welcome to the site Ray.

Welocme
 

Ray. Some gave some some gave all. Your young soldier gave all. Welcome Home.

Welcome here Ray and Welcome Home. Good folks here , even Brice. Post away . Scouts out !

Without SS endorsement I would have said Ranger Ray was a Wannabe. But, Then, Welcome Ranger Ray, Anything you have to add will be welcomed.

Ron

Ray
 

I've been exactly there. Welcome home, buddy.

Welcome Aboard !! and Welcome Home !!

Larry

You come here...
 

with an unbelievable reference. Welcome home brother.

Airborne!

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