My first night in Vietnam I was in a helicopter, being ferried from Da Nang to Long Binh. I was apprehensive of being shot out of the sky.
About a year later, a bunch of us were sitting outside at night, listening to James Taylor on a portable cassette player. Heard these ‘throp’ sounds. Finally realized it was bullets landing. Some bozo was firing his rifle into the air from a distance, just spraying bullets around.
We got up, folded our portable chairs, and walked over to a covered bunker and sat down inside it.
Just a little story to highlight the difference in mindset between first being in-country and having been there for a good while…
My first night in Vietnam I was in a helicopter, being ferried from Da Nang to Long Binh. I was apprehensive of being shot out of the sky.
About a year later, a bunch of us were sitting outside at night, listening to James Taylor on a portable cassette player. Heard these ‘throp’ sounds. Finally realized it was bullets landing. Some bozo was firing his rifle into the air from a distance, just spraying bullets around.
We got up, folded our portable chairs, and walked over to a covered bunker and sat down inside it.
Just a little story to highlight the difference in mindset between first being in-country and having been there for a good while…