January 1973

January 27, 1973
I was sitting in the barracks yelling and screaming echoed through the halls sirens blaring, horns blowing, fireworks popping; the war was over
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Wolf Avatar
February 1, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I was minding the grill, working at a fast-food restaurant... Got # 314 in the lottery, so didn't go to Nam... Wound up in Israel, where Vietnam has been going on since 1929. Just swap the jungle for the desert and urban jungles like Gaza...
Mckeithan Avatar
February 2, 2025 at 12:54 AM
My number was 52 so the army was going to get me. Joined the USAF instead. Yes, war is war no matter where it is located.
Bauer Avatar
February 1, 2025 at 1:30 PM
that must have been an amazing feeling, oliver! you've described it so well here...
Mckeithan Avatar
February 1, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Yes it was. Thank you Ilene
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