Saddest time for me in Vietnam

Not the death that surrounded us, or the constant fear.... No... it was... Mail call.
With the exception of the one picture of purple flowers I asked my mom for, I never once in my 2 tours received any letters from home. I always dreaded mail call because I was usually the only one without that comforting letter that told you someone cared about you.
Still have that picture.

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I read your blog, and it was fascinating, and sometimes very sad. The mail call situation was awful, and must have hurt very much. I'm sorry that happened to you, and to so many of our young men.
 


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