- First Name
- Jesse
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- Jul 18, 2020
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- Northern California
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- Badlands
I went over in '68, came back in '70, aged 10 years, scared shitless more than once, and have nothing but major respect for the pilots I flew with, big brass one's!My father was a recon platoon Sgt for the 1st Cav. Was in country 1970. He wouldn't say much about his time. A few times after some beers he would talk and would leave me in a definite WTF moment. He praised the pilots. Taking on heavy gun fire to get down to pick him and the boys up. Said they were all a bit crazy but you could trust them to come get you. He also had more than a few harrowing rides. They asked if he wanted to be a pilot. He said no way. He would rather bail out and take his chances on the ground than sit there taking fire.
Unfortunately in his words he was swimming in Agent Orange. Cancer started back in 2002. He was 55. He made it 17 more years before it ate him up in 2017. He was bitter. He said they couldn't kill him over there but they got him anyways.
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