“My Dad and I would exchange cassette tape voice ‘letters’ when I was in Vietnam, ‘70-’71, still have them somewhere.”
Blast from the past! We had a Grundig reel-to-reel to record on. Still remember how the tape smelled. I remember getting Dad’s tapes from Vietnam in the mail, Mom and my brother and I sitting around the machine to listen to them. Wow. Memories.
#70. I had a heavy tape cassette recorder I used as a journalist in Vietnam and Cambodia. Still have the tapes, esp. interviews with all kinds of people, hopefully including senior NVA officers who defected, VC former terrorists and young NVA teenagers captured in Cambodia.
Also have tapes of the music of these countries, esp. our little drinking initiation in a Montgnard village long-house at Plei Aleu, Central Highlands.
Another reason I carried the heavy recorder was on the hopes it would stop a bullet in case we got ambushed. I love dual-use items.