Out of Vietnam: A Warrior’s Story

You have to remember we were not fighting because we hated the enemy so much; we were fighting because we loved each other more.

I was born prematurely on March 13, 1946. My mother was very young — only 17. When I was born, my birth father grabbed me from my mother's arms and tried to throw me from the window of a three-story building, but my u...

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