Wednesday, August 20, 2008

This was my one of my hoochmates, "Gook" Gutierezz, we had a fist fight in September 1969 and he broke my nose, the next month I was on my way to Hawaii for R&R and as I am walking through the Danang airport, here comes Gook running holding something in the air, it was my wallet. He found it on my bunk and hitched rides all the way to the airport from the 1st Marine Division to get it to me.
Thats the way the brotherhood worked in Nam.










3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Interesting photo series!

Jenni said...

...and I believe you would have done the same!
That third photo brings back memories of China for me. Saw that everyday and it always brought me a sense of peace.

Brian Smith said...

Wow, this is a really powerful site. Bird watcher from Rensselaer County here, clicked here from your blog excellent work. I was just a little kid that learned first about Viet Nam only through news bits here and there in between cartoons. I learned something today. Cheers and happy holidays. -One of the people who saw a snowy owl at UAlbany