Vietnam
"Serenko, Michael J., Navy!” “Here, Sir!” “Your flight leaves at midnight. Get your shots over there!" "Yes, Sir!" Yes, Sir, shit! I thought to myself. I took care of it myself while I was on …
Thuy told me, "They set up a trap with armed soldiers along the trail to your camp. I felt something was wrong, but it was too late to turn back."
They locked me in a metal box that was just big enough for one person to lie down in. I stayed in that miserable box for nine days.
Fear and death are still the ties that bind.
The time is the late ’60s and it is a typically quiet afternoon at the Coronado bar, the Tradewinds. Suddenly the tranquility is disturbed when a group of 20 to 25 young Navy midshipmen enter …
It was back in 1970 at the mostly long-haired White Whale in La Jolla when I got my first peace handshake. My thumb caught him on the palm and he squeezed the tips of my …
I got these orders to Vietnam, you see. They said to report to "Coronado, San Diego" for training. I was afraid, and full of doubts (am I really going to kill innocent peasants?) But I …