I have some "luggage" i'd like to unload. Maybe this will make me unpopular but its a chance I have to take. The reason I left last week and am still having bad thoughts about is the real story behing what I called betrayed and abandoned. It was September 1969 and I was 9 months into my second tour of duty in 'nam. We were out on patrol in the Quan Tri provience. Charlie had ambush all set up for us and our "kit carson scout" led us right into it. All Hell Broke Loose!! and we were becomming overrun. Capt. Foster radioed for choppers who came right along. I set my 60 up to cover them and the barrel began melting. My ammo man got the glove and put another barrel on. The choppers started loading and Foster said for me to continue giving them cover fire and use gernades too so they can de de mau which I did. No one ever came back for me, I ran out of ammo and was captured. I was betrayed and abandoned by my fellow marines!
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For those of you that reached out to me today I want to say thank you. Your encouragement calmed my heart. I took a nap and I'm feeling a little bit better. I'm still struggling, but being able to let it out here is so comforting that someone is actually listening and cares! Thanks again!!