There's this rather frequent dream I have. Too frequent, I suspect. Probably not normal. I'm back in Vietnam. I'm checking into a new unit and there's something going on. We're being attacked. I immediately start looking for a weapon and ammunition. There's been no time to be issued my own. The weapons I find are all old and the rounds I find won't fit. Or, the rifles are M-16's or AK-47's but there's no ammo. Panic sets in. The enemy is inside the wire. I wake up.
It's been 40 years since I was in Vietnam.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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