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Watching her terrified eyes I became irritated with the sleaze whom is eight years my senior. Out of nowhere I pulled him off the woman, and tossed him...

By patiently peeling away her tough everyday veneer, and eventually touching the stealth little girl within revealed a wonderful delicate soul slightly tarnished by circumstance.

Chuck wants to see my daughter. Or ah should I say his daughter.

Youre going so far west youre going to be east, In Country Vietnam!

Looking like a deer caught in headlights, only we two are in the crowded bar. My soul is in a state of suspended animation by her captivating Vietnamese eyes, and long silky jet back hair flowing all the way down curved...

Next day Im having my first mini tour of Saigon. Beautiful French influenced avenues, and architecture. The smell of fresh rice steam billowing from curbside food stands.

Dreaming he sat up, reached over, and touched my arm saying aw this ones dead. Ill never forget my sadness knowing what this sailor had experienced during his tour in Vietnam.

Believe me after a few hours as a POW in your mind you are. Ill never forget that camp. Watching as the guards poured sand down a lieutenants throat, then firing a pistol...

Ah oh about 2 am Montezumas revenge hit me! I had to go right away but no bathrooms here. I nudged my wife and told her of my plight. So my sister in law armed with a flashlight, Thuy and me the head to a community cesspool pond. The pond measured about twenty by forty feet. A rickety skeleton like ladder made of bamboo laced together by vines extended out to the center of the pond. As it extended it arose about fifteen feet in the air. I knew this chore would be a balancing act grasping the horizontal rails while holding on to my roll of paper.

First day at war in a refrigerated ships cargo hold containing frozen food. There I was again freezing my ass off while unloading ice cream. Least there was no mosquitoes with me.

So sad but a small sudden gust of wind started raising the parasol higher and higher. She wouldnt let go the of the parasol lifting her straight up off the bike and straight down on to Tu Do Street without changing her pose.

The Executive Officer (XO) of my assignment in Germany and I met one on one. He strongly discouraged my idea of marriage.

We have only one vehicle and my wife needed five pillows under her butt to see over the dash board, then she couldnt touch the brakes!

The tented stockade facility housed many Vietnamese refugees escaping communist rule in Vietnam...

Officials viewed the trio as refugees.

Again a meeting was arranged with my new XO in Rota, a Navy Captain. He was hesitant to grant permission for leave to complete our families immediate mission. He told me recent Red Cross releases indicated avoiding travel to Vietnam.

You may remember seeing crowds of Vietnamese on TV trying to enter the Embassy in Saigon. Picture Thuy in that crowd She wiggled her way through the chaotic desperate mob...