Putting old ghosts to rest.

Carl, That story hit me pretty hard, since retiring from the Army and thinking about my time in the more recent wars.
 
Thanks, Carl! To old friends who never grew old...like the rest of us. I missed Viet Nam by mere months, but found myself in other places at other times. Faces and names...and places with magical sounding names...Chalatenango, Tejutepeque, Arraijan, Arauca, Chinzaze, Dinge, Wadi al' Khirr, Haditha...............

Ron
 
Enjoyed the story and thought it was well written. I missed that war by about 1 year, so I knew many people who served, and several of my relatives.
 
Thank you for the well written and touching story. I am not a military veteran and have never been to Vietnam, but
i ave my own memories of a Camillus Mil-K that was left behind. As a Peace Corps volunteer teaching in a village in Western Samoa, I found this stainless steel folding knife to be the perfect utility knife for many tasks in a small village next to the Pacific. When I left, my knife stayed behind with my good fishing buddy. I kept good memories of my time in Samoa and knowledge learned from living with a Samoan family. :cool:
 
Very good Carl, my father did two tours there, he had always told me to never join the Army, so I joined the Navy and then he wasn't very happy;)
He's written a couple novels about the war, now he lives in Panama
G2
 
A story loaded with emotion. One more thing we share, Viet-Nam, we once called Indochine. when weapons are at rest, remain some Men. And some Ghosts. And knives.
I always appreciate reading your stories, be it about old soldiers, or young maids. Plenty of imagination does not suffice, one need to be a Good Man to write such things!
 
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