He's dying from Agent Orange in a memory care center. He is a fragment of a man. Fuck Kissenger, Fuck McNamara, Fuck Johnson, and Fuck Nixon

when Agent Orange was used. His VA contact is reviewing his case for additional disability help. He's only in his 70s, perhaps 75-78. He has hearing loss and severe vertigo. No indication of cancer, so far, thank goodness.

He died of pancreatic cancer in 2009. I often wonder if he was exposed to Agent Orange, and if it was a causative factor in his death.

That's where all the Agent Orange ended up after Vietnam...millions of gallons, a lot of it leaking out of metal drums.

We were issued gas masks and atropine injectors when we landed. They told us, if you hear a certain alarm siren go off, immediately put your gas mask on and hit yourself in the thigh with the syringe.

I don't know if that was for the Agent Orange, Sarin, or VX that was stored there. Oh, and half the island was contaminated with plutonium from three failed nuclear tests in 1962.