My dad served in Vietnam 66-67 and I heard many of the good stories as a kid listening to him talk to the guys and I heard the bad ones when he would wake up yelling and screaming as he relived the bad times in his sleep. I would listen through the wall as he told my mother want had happened and she would comfort him through the night.
I would ask my dad if he wanted a helmet like the one he had in Vietnam but the answer was ALWAYS no, well he changed his mind and I was able to replace his helmet with a correct year and with the help of Michael and his generosity( bug juice bottle) I was able to give my father his helmet before Church Sunday and he is proud to have it.
Thank you for your service.
Marty
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