Chapter 186

• Dad seldom talked about his experiences in Vietnam. All I knew was that he served a tour, got wounded, was awarded a Silver Star for valor and a Purple Heart for his wound, so the rare times he decided to be talkative about his time there, I would sit and listen, even if it was about Vietnamese beer.
• He was in deep thought, "I was just a kid, joined the Corps, shipped around the world just in time for the Tet Offense, scared shitless." He took another sip of beer.
• "My Vietnam wasn't jungles; we had to go retake the City of Hue from Charlie. Charlie was one tough motherfucker when it came to urban warfare. I was in the 1st Marines, armed with a BAR, tasked with providing covering fire while we advanced street by street. Charlie didn't appreciate that and I drew a lot of fire back from him.