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In 1967 there was plenty of evidence in my blue-collar Queens neighborhood that it was a bad time to be a grunt. So I made a deal with the devil I thought I knew and sold four years of my life to the Air Force. They sent me to Vietnam anyway. As the first shirt read out the orders, I tried very hard to appear indifferent to the hearty, "better-you-than-me" guffawing. Then a recent returnee drew me aside with a knowing nod. "Let 'em laugh," he said. "You're going to Vung Tau." I had no idea. I was assigned to the USAF Caribou squadrons at Vung Tau in October 1969. In June of '70, we were moved to Cam Ranh Bay. After my extended tour of Vietnam I went back as a civilian working for NHA, Inc. and Lear Sieglar at Long Thanh, Can Tho and Bien Hoa, always returning to Vung Tau whenver possible. We were indeed fortunate to have experienced Vung Tau. I have some regrets, one of them is not taking more pictures. |
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