General Discussion

Traveling four hours a day in a bus up a mountain side and back down. Far away from
the AF base.

Then sitting in quonset huts surrounded by barbed wire, in severe heat and bugs, with armed guards
marching around. Something different from American kids stateside.

This was wartime, during the Viet Nam war. The thing is we were never afraid. We knew if anything happened, the US military would come help us. In hindsight, perhaps a bit optimistic.

We also knew we were the very lucky ones. The men fighting were the ones in harm's way.
Every day.

We were far away from direct combat.