Life in anamites 173rd it was serious

I post as I read my old mans diary notebooks that I inherited after he passed. I found them never opened them up until years ago not trying to offend anyone or open up old memories.

Reading his notes I realize his whole as wanting to be normal was scarred my old mans soul. After the fact that he scribbled in a notebook I’m alive today. Can you imagine as I read this the only that kept them alive was a C-130 gunship from being over run by NVA. As I read this I added up the math I was only 7 months old.

That’s personal coming kill you over run your wire NVA with sappers and rpgs how then did we decide I wonder was the French colonial problems were ours. To inflict this evil on our people.

As a kid growing up with my old man I’m amazed he kept it together. He worked as industrial electrician in steel mill. Tough dude