Thanks for reading Tennessee Flyboy! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. My first memory of anything having to do with Vietnam, then called Indochina, was newsreel footage of C-119s dropping supplies to the French garrison at Dienbienphu. It was 1953, I was eight years old and at my grandparent’s house. Over the next decade, I heard occasional mention of the region and saw articles in the Memphis Commercial Appeal and various magazines. There was a piece in a GI Joe or some other military-related comic book about the “farmers-by-day, soldiers-by-night” guerrillas in that far away land.
You didn't even know why you were in a country 10,000 miles away. Vietnam now has a 91% home ownership rate - better than America. That hollow feeling you have is being lied to by a cabal of war hawks who themselves had no idea what they were doing or why. There's no sense to a war like Vietnam.
You didn't even know why you were in a country 10,000 miles away. Vietnam now has a 91% home ownership rate - better than America. That hollow feeling you have is being lied to by a cabal of war hawks who themselves had no idea what they were doing or why. There's no sense to a war like Vietnam.