We are not getting any younger, time waits for no one.
It seems like it was only yesterday.
In 1966, I was on the Rifle Range on Camp Pendelton, California.
Teaching Marine recruits, the principles of marksmanship.
On or around the last of August of 1966.
I got orders for a second tour in Vietnam.
This time, I knew what awaited.
I did a lot of physical training.
Because I knew, one would lose a lot of weight.
Due to the ungodly heat in Vietnam.
On my last day of leave, one of my younger sisters.
Started to cry, little did she know.
I was crying inside.
Well, I survived, and times I wonder why.
Maybe, so I could be here for all these new veterans.
To tell them, what we went through and what not to do.
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