My pop was in that Vietnam war, his ship was hit by Vietnamese shore batteries. The captains wife called all the wives and told them the ship was hit, men are dead and injured, they don’t know who. Mom was crying, we children didn’t understand. Dad came home early escorting a body. He wasn’t a casualty. But then he went back as suddenly as he arrived home. War. USS Buchanan DDG-14. I remember asking my dad about a cruise book photo, there were little white spouts all around the ship, all around and right up to the hull. His answer was, oh that is the Vietnamese firing back at us.
Dad taught me how to approach war. I’ve been in most of them, thanks dad, it’s just them firing back at us. Good times!
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