12-25-2006, 01:50 AM
This is not the right thread, but it's close enough. Its Christmas Eve. I spent Christmas Eve in 1970 flying wounded South Vietnamese and a few American advisers out of several compounds that the NVA hit, violating the Christmas Truce. I remember drinking a can of warm root beer. It was raining heavily. I felt so much luckier than the guys we were lifting out. The flight suit I was wearing is the same one I mentioned above as still having in my closet. I remember that night as the best Christmas ever. I have no real family and always volunteered for duty on Christmas eve when I was cop. It got to be a habit hard to break. Now I am retired and not sure what to do with my self. But I know my successors are right now doing the same thing my crew and the others did, and happy and proud to do it.
Best to all
Ralph
Best to all
Ralph