That's alright bro.
Had two cousins serve in Vietnam, or as they called it the Jungle of Death.
They were older than me and we all looked up to them. They were the cool dudes of their day.
Took a long time to see that side of them again, when they returned from Vietnam.
Came back not the young boys they left as, but what looked like old men, who had been through hell, but survived and made it out.
Spent years trying to put a lot behind them and deal with a lot. I remember the one telling me when he got off the plane in California, a young woman ran up to him in the airport and spit on him.
He held no grudge, to this day, he said if you weren't there, you don't know. And i can't describe it, it's something i hope no one ever has to go through.
As you said. Some are gone. But none will be forgotten.
I know we have many vets on here. To you all. Thanks for all you did. And welcome home.




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