
“I saw two of my best friends get killed in front of my face in Vietnam. And the worst part is— I feel like it was my fault. We’d just gotten back to base from a 5 day mission, and we were all dirty and disgusting. Everyone wanted to rest, but I argued with my two friends and eventually convinced them to come to the well with me to bathe. When we got to the there, I told them to go first, while I stood lookout. The thing was booby trapped. When my buddy lowered the bucket to pull up some water, the whole well exploded, and they both got killed. That was on June 3rd. It’s a really hard day for me every single year.”
Published on July 11, 2013 08:13