Love and miss ya all lots. Tim The following is the last letter Tim wrote to his family back home. Remember when we were kids on Easter the girls would be all dressed up in new hats, pretty dresses and new gloves and us boys with new shoes and shirts and off to church we would go and after come home to look for our Easter baskets. What good times. Then I can watch my kids get all dressed up and head for church and live that day over again.
Holidays are no different then any other day.
Every day is Monday in Vietnam. Dear Herman, Joyce and Kids, I'm a machine gunner in my squad. I hump that and about a 65 pound pack over mountains, across the flat lands through rice paddies and fight my way through the jungles. We move everywhere between one mile to about twelve a day. May the good Lord take care of you all as good as He has been taking care of me.