A brother from Vietnam called me today. He served with the 1st Cav in 1967 and repaired helicopters. He saw a lot of death and destruction while there, from cleaning blood and guts out of helicopters, to watching soldiers close by destroyed by mortar rounds...I had met him when I was in the lock up ward in the VA hospital for 3 weeks in Oct. 2004. I had enjoyed talking to him while there, and had given him my phone number, and told him to call me sometime. It has taken him almost 17 months to make the call. We talked for an hour and he promised he would go to the Vet Center and talk to them, and get some help.
As it happens, he only lives a few houses down from where we lived in the early 70s for 4 years, in in Mississippi... When we finished talking on the phone we were both in tears.
Larry
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