I was walking along a mountain trail with my buddies and in an instant I was lying flat on my back and wondering what the hell I tripped on. I stood up, dazed, and then I noticed a warm feeling on my left hand and looked down to see blood streaming off my fingertips.
Then all hell broke loose, because we had just walked into an ambush!
The next thing I remember was a giant, 6'2" Samoan guy dragging me down the hill and screaming for a Medic.
After that all I have is vague memories of coming in and out of consciousness, in pain and I was really pissed off!
I was mostly pissed off at God, because I was a only 19 years old and I was still a virgin!
My next memories were waking up over a week later in a hospital in Japan, being told how lucky I was to be alive. They told something about being "Septic" and my allergy to penicillin was causing severe problems.
Three weeks in Japan, then a month in the Orthopedic ward in a hospital in Denver and I
finally ended up back at the hospital at Fort Campbell where had several more surgeries.
I finally went back to duty after almost a year.
I still hated God, but that was replaced by the love I had for all the Army doctors, nurses and corpsmen who brought me back, so I guess it all balanced out.
I even went back to Nam in 1971, because I never got my CIB for my first tour! And the Army
almost got me killed again!
So I still hate the Army......the Army sucks!
FTA, all the way!
Then all hell broke loose, because we had just walked into an ambush!
The next thing I remember was a giant, 6'2" Samoan guy dragging me down the hill and screaming for a Medic.
After that all I have is vague memories of coming in and out of consciousness, in pain and I was really pissed off!
I was mostly pissed off at God, because I was a only 19 years old and I was still a virgin!
My next memories were waking up over a week later in a hospital in Japan, being told how lucky I was to be alive. They told something about being "Septic" and my allergy to penicillin was causing severe problems.
Three weeks in Japan, then a month in the Orthopedic ward in a hospital in Denver and I
finally ended up back at the hospital at Fort Campbell where had several more surgeries.
I finally went back to duty after almost a year.
I still hated God, but that was replaced by the love I had for all the Army doctors, nurses and corpsmen who brought me back, so I guess it all balanced out.
I even went back to Nam in 1971, because I never got my CIB for my first tour! And the Army
almost got me killed again!
So I still hate the Army......the Army sucks!
FTA, all the way!