There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about Viet Nam, many, many times. Seeing the first dead Marines, the first wounded Marines, the smell of the body bags lined up by the runway at Danang , seeing a Marine get shot in the head right in front of you, loading wounded on a helicopter Med Evac, and helping a Viet Cong die. And the insanity of what we did, day after day. And kissing the ground after landing in a helicopter shot full of holes.
It lives with you forever.