OK, first, I want to thank everyone for the welcome. To reply to the Aussie re: Singapore, when I was there in 1990 & 1991, I was there on business when I worked. I was also in Hong Kong and Taipei and then we were to Korea, (Incheon), for a few days. I really liked hanging around the Aussies. They were all great story tellers. We would sit in the hotel bar and talk for hours. Back then, I still remember we drank "Tiger" beer or Singapore Slings at he Hilton. Alcohol was very expensive in Singapore. I was grateful I had a nice expense account. Oh yeah, we also shopped on Orchard Road. We rode in the cleanest, brightest subway that I was ever in. The lights and colors were just beautiful in downtown Singapore. We also visited "Old Singapore" and I got a haircut from a barber that had his chair outside in the street and just used a razor and a scissors. 1990, I believe was the year of the horse.
Next item......When I went to Kent State, I lived in a small suburb of Akron called Ellet. Do you know of this place? We used to go to Mogadore or Triplett, I believe and eat at Bob's Big Boy. It was cheap and filling. I didn't have too much money back in those days.
I used to think about going back for a visit to Vietnam. A psychologist from the VA once told me that if I went back, I may be able to rid myself of some of the psychological issues I was having, but I just couldn't bring myself to go back. I thought that I would relive some of the horror that I went through. Our platoon spent most of our 14 months in the Mekong Delta. we were a recon unit that was "NOT" supposed to engage the enemy. Yeah, that worked out real well for us. Other than the Delta, we would patrol the air base at Da Nang. Another horrible place to be stationed, which we weren't, but we would patrol it for snipers. Another great job that I would not recommend as a career move. I still give thanks to the Lord for our Marines and Navy pilots who would save our butts when we would get pinned down and had to call in for a bombing strike, so we could fall back or get out of the situation we were in. We would only have minutes to dig in or fall back for the jets would be on top of us dropping their load. You gotta' get your head down, so if we couldn't pull back, we would have to dig a hole and get our heads down and go as deep as possible before you'd hear the jets. Once you heard the jets, it was too late to do anymore digging. God, I would be so scared. This is why I can't talk about it much. The things that I would see that would happen during the fire fights was unbelievable.
Sorry for the long rant.
Thanks again for the WELCOMES!!