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It was March 1969, and the three of us were sitting in a Boston Whaler a mile off the Viet Nam coast, and two miles south of the Demilitarized Zone. The engine had died, and the current was carrying us north at three miles per hour. I had been in-country for a little over a week, and already my roommate had been med-evaced to Japan, full of metal from a Chinese 122mm rocket. We didn’t know if he would live or die. I was floating north toward a reservation at the Hanoi Hilton and my war wasn’t even 10 days old. How in hell did I ever get into a fix like this?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
It was March 1969, and the three of us were sitting in a Boston Whaler a mile off the Viet Nam coast, and two miles south of the Demilitarized Zone. The engine had died, and the current was carrying us north at three miles per hour. I had been in-country for a little over a week, and already my roommate had been med-evaced to Japan, full of metal from a Chinese 122mm rocket. We didn’t know if he would live or die. I was floating north toward a reservation at the Hanoi Hilton and my war wasn’t even 10 days old. How in hell did I ever get into a fix like this?