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kford
01-31-2004, 10:35 AM
January 31st 1968.....

Though I came to Vietnam as a young boy, I left aged beyond my years. 3:00 AM that day was the begining of horror and memories that I will never forget. As part of a special reaction team known as Task Force 35, I was one of the first to defend against the enemy. That seemed to be the longest day of my life. I still see the frightening sites, still smell that awful smell, I can hear the sounds of war when I sleep. The smell of death seems to cling to your clothing. I remember, three days later I had the opportunity to shower. I undressed and threw away all the cloths I was wearing. I showered, but I could still smell that smell. I showered three more times but that smell never left my nostrils. I learned that I was washing with the wrong stuff.

Later on in life I was washed by the blood of the Lamb. Not only did He take away that smell but He made me white as snow. Through Jesus, I learned that I can do all things. I could even deal with the past that haunted me for so long.

SET FREE, I'M FREE, I'M FREE, THANK GOD ALMIGHTY I'M FREE AT LAST.

danausmc
02-07-2004, 10:45 PM
I was 18 years old when the TET offensive started. I sat on perimeter and watched Hill 55 get rocketed and mortared. There was stuff going on along Charlie Ridge and stuff at Liberty Bridge. We got a couple mortar rounds and that was it. Business as usual. One mortar round fell on Dai Loc and that is all I can remember, but I do remember all the radio traffic and the daily reports about Khe Sahn and Hue city. And then I remember the Pueblo being captured and being told we were on our way to Korea. Put the fear of God in us. But that got called off and the offensive was over and off we went to our new home in An Hoa. Everything seems to be a blur now. And then something pops up and puts you there.
Clear as a bell.
Welcome Home Ken.

ChapMic
02-08-2004, 03:23 AM
I was on Hill 10 and 37 during Tet. Rockets; plenty! Mortars; oh yeah baby. Stair-stepped right up to the edge of my bunker. Then stopped. I was glued to the sandbags. I was a sand bag!
Memories- yup- clear one day. Pure fog the next. I guess it is all part of the PTS Club. Welcome Home Sean.
The new guys in our Wednesday Group are; one Army and one Air Force Combat Photographer, both Desert Storm.