debodun
SF VIP
- Location
- way upstate in New York, USA
....and then, we wonder why.
Odd thing is there were a lot less murders and mass shootings back then. Maybe it is a overpopulation thing? When I was a youngster all the the kids in the neighborhood played Army during the summer. There were a few that had a Johnny Seven.....and then, we wonder why.
Yes, we all did.Odd thing is there were a lot less murders and mass shootings back then. Maybe it is a overpopulation thing? When I was a youngster the whole neighborhood played Army during the summer.
I loved those!When I was a kid, we had low-tech toys and amusements, like these “View Master” thingees.
Lawrence....thanks for your service! Glad you made it back.Peter Paul and Mary song, “Puff the magic dragon”, flying in Vietnam seeing Puffs Brother Snoopy fly by me. The Animals song “The house of the rising sun”, it felt so in common with me for I lived a lot like that. Edward Stars song “War” it came to be the song for the company I was with in Vietnam. Red dirt, the smell of jet fuel. The smell of the people there, the fish they ate, the smell of their rotten beer. Flying in the mist, flying in the rain, flying above the clouds and wondering where you are. The infantry men in your helicopter, that look of despair in their faces. Taking supplies to the infantry out in the field, not able to land, throwing their supplies out of the helicopter, hoping they land all right. Waiting to go back to the world, soldiers saying they want to go back to the world and become an old man. I am an old man; I have made it all this way. Memories of mine in my special way.
Did you work the III corps area? If so, I may have hitched a ride a time or two. 199th Infantry.Peter Paul and Mary song, “Puff the magic dragon”, flying in Vietnam seeing Puffs Brother Snoopy fly by me. The Animals song “The house of the rising sun”, it felt so in common with me for I lived a lot like that. Edward Stars song “War” it came to be the song for the company I was with in Vietnam. Red dirt, the smell of jet fuel. The smell of the people there, the fish they ate, the smell of their rotten beer. Flying in the mist, flying in the rain, flying above the clouds and wondering where you are. The infantry men in your helicopter, that look of despair in their faces. Taking supplies to the infantry out in the field, not able to land, throwing their supplies out of the helicopter, hoping they land all right. Waiting to go back to the world, soldiers saying they want to go back to the world and become an old man. I am an old man; I have made it all this way. Memories of mine in my special way.