You could hear the guns 75 miles away when it was happening. I was two at the time, but my dad was a Vietnam vet who had moved to Israel and he was getting called up and his PTSD had him chain smoking. Years later, he said that he didn’t think we would make it because the news was so bad.
I was at Millington NAS. The base was one of many being used for staging for our support efforts.
The airstrip was wooded on three sides under the control of the navy.
We pulled security duty on horsback.
(I actually had a calvary sadle)
Wow.