I posted this on another thread but will post it here as well:
My now deceased Viet Nam hubby, served 13 months in Viet Nam. I believe he told me the biggest fight was in or for Da Nang.
They had to cut down trees and thick brush to make a clearing so they had clear view of any Con trying to sneak in on them. They dug out bunkers to live underground. Bunkers that reached 100 degrees in the day and nights of the hot humid summers.
Sometimes, they had to spend hours and hours in their bunkers because the Con kept firing incoming and the men couldn't go out until it stopped. They shared their hot humid underground bunkers with black scorpions and rats.
Many spent the time telling jokes or writing letters home. Others prayed.
They sat on self-made UNCOVERED toilets outside away from their bunkers (they had to dig a hole and construct the "seat") when they had to go. Uncovered? Yes. So they could watch for incoming rounds. (I ask him 'how did you GO with everyone watching you?' He said "Hey! when you gotta go you gotta go. It was better for your guys to see you taking a s*it and be safe while you DO it.'
His outfit was subjected to Agent Orange over and over. Crop dusters would fly over all the time dropping Agent Orange. To 'kill the brush don't you know.'
He was out side the bunker on a quiet day when rounds started coming in and the rounds got him in the back and legs. One of his men pulled him to safety. To the day he died he still had shrapnel in his back and legs.
He received a Purple Heart, but he was able to bring that Purple Heart home alive, thank God.
If FnKerry had gone through HALF of what my hubby and the Army and Marines did during that time, I would have some respect for him. But from the looks of it, FnKerry had a cushy job. How the 'ell he received Purple Hearts is sure beyond me! He should have walked a mile in MY hubby's boots just one WEEK!
