The first couple of weeks they would of had us just hanging around getting acclimated to the weather. That shit would have been annoying. I would have wanted to get right into the shit and get some trigger time. I would have spent the time teaching myself Kung-Fu and trying to get to 1,000 pushups.
I bet you one day I would have just said fuck this two weeks of waiting shit and I would have went into the jungle alone. Looking for the Viet Cong. In the NATO Phonetic alphabet that would be Victor Charlie. The VC. We just called them Charlie. My platoon sergeant would be like "Where the fuck do you think you're going private?!"
And I would have told him that someone needs to do something about this shit. And that someone is me.The rest of it is a lot to get into and I feel that PTSD starting to come on. More to follow soon...