I was too young to go to that one, had to wait until the mullahs had just released the embassy hostages. I served with lots of guys that had 'Nam combat patches on their uniforms, and I learned countless things from them. Mostly, I learned first hand what kind of Hell jungle warfare really is, above combat elsewhere. And I learned how it was to not know who the enemy was, that they could be the one serving you chow at breakfast and then be a sapper in the wire that night. And I learned all kinds of ways to set deadly boobytraps for humans, as well as some extremely grisly ways to die that the VC taught our soldiers by making them watch their buddies die that way outside of rifle range.
The biggest lesson that I learned - and passed along to the squads and platoons I led - was to NEVER leave your buddy there alive. NEVER. If you had to cap him to save him from the enemy, so be it. We all took that pledge. And we all learned the lesson that the politicians be damned when the $hit hits the fan. We're not there to win a body count. We're there to win, and keep as many of us alive as we can.
Your generation of vets still has one last bit of unfinished business, and those of us who followed you want to help in any way we can. We MUST make Kerry sign his SF180 in order to show the world what a traitorous commie loving POS he was and still is. We cannot rest until he is unmasked before the world and humiliated completely. Humiliated to the point that suicide would be a relief for him, knowing that he doesn't have the courage to do it, and that he will be forced to live out his life completely broken, demoralized, and alone. Just like he left so many of you to die over there.
Thank You Brother