My oldest brother fought in the war. We never talked about his time over there in depth. said he got to travel via a C-130 with his back to the windows. he said the country was beautiful, but the Monsoons were bad. Hence the song by CCR, "Have You Ever Seen The Rain".
I never got closer to serving than Marine Corps OCS in the summer of 1974 (Nixon resigned that August).
Boy, I recall riding a CH-46 into the mountains of Virginia, loved the ride. The rear ramp came down, I ran down the ramp, the rotor downwash knocked me head over heels. The heavy M-14 I carried slammed into my shin, wow, ouch. Pretty minor crap when you think about the kids who went to Vietnam.
I have two major regrets in my life. One of them is that the following fall, for personal reasons, I didn't return to the U of Iowa, which automatically dropped me from the USMC OCS program. Gotta stay enrolled.
There were 2100 or so OCS candidates that summer at Quantico. Only 3 of us scored a perfect 300 score on the PFT, which seemed to be highly appreciated by our DIs and company and battalion commanders. I was excited to be one of the three because I had worked so damn hard to achieve that level. Of course, there were other important evaluations involved.
I learned later in the 10-week training period that my brother and sister-in-law had twins; one of them died in a crib death. I was Kimberley's godfather, they asked me to attend the funeral.
At first, the Marine commander of the OCS program did not want me to go home. I told him I considered it my duty to my family. Col. Megarr (later a major general) sent his personal car to take me to Washington National Airport and on to home.
I have the utmost respect for the Marines who have served our country. I revere them. I only wish I could say today that I am a Marine.
Please, pardon my personal recollection. I have never before publicly written about my experience. Today, on the anniversay of the fall of South Vietnam, much of this in my personal experience came to mind.