It's not easy trying to explain what is was like to face fear and uncertainty associated with war. In part, my recent motivation for writing emerged because my children wanted to know what it was like for their dad to be in Vietnam. I'm not ready to die. While the language used may offend some who read it, I make no apologies. This is the way it was, and the way it should be.
War is, above all else, brutally harsh.
To couch it in any other terms or to sugarcoat it in some way would be a lie. Something else, which has kept me from relating this story and others like it, is that I cannot remember many of the names of the men involved. However, the nature of my missions often times saw me as a transient, rarely working with the same infantry unit twice. I remember faces, though. And emotions or quirks about someone's character.