Aloft 2-4: Medals, Doubts & PTSD - Softcover

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When the door of the colorful Braniff International 707 opened at Biên Hòa Air Base, we were introduced to Vietnam’s unique smell: a combination of cordite, jet fuel, smoke, cooking odors, burning human feces, and the most oppressive humidity I had ever experienced. We had just been exposed to the “burn pit” that was South Vietnam. (For you nitpickers, the U.S. Military and some of its allies were still using WWII bombs and other ordnance, hence “the smell of cordite”)

I have never been one to journal or take notes. My outlook on life has always been, “Do what needs to be done today, then move on to tomorrow.” I had been reluctant to write a book about my year in Vietnam since it would all be based on the memories of what occurred fifty-six years ago. However, my counselor told me it would be good therapy, so I’m writing it. With a few exceptions, the book will not include dates, times, or exact chronological order.

I did benefit from internet sources that helped confirm some dates and events in which I participated. Most of the photos are from my own collection. Since the opinions, data, and recollections shared in this book are from 56-plus years ago, there may be errors, omissions, or incorrect information. Any corrections or additional information is invited. Smart-assed comments are not.

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