When my Uncle Junior went off to Vietnam, he put a red 69 Boss Mustang up on blocks in Great Granddads barn.
I don’t know what ever became of that car.
We went and knocked on the door to inquire about the trucks...
"I don't want to talk about it."
We guessed it was a son that did not come back from 'Nam.
15 years later the the property was bulldozed, along with the 2 trucks.
A Church is there now.
When I enlisted in 71, volunteered for Vietnam but got sent to Kunsan Korea (!), I returned in 73 and my father had sold my 65 Barracuda to the local Jesuit “worker” priest for $500. I just laughed (loved my Dad) and went out and bought me a 67 Chevelle SS 396. Wish I had both right now. :)