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Oct. 20, 1968 – The Bridges on Highway 1, North of Hue, Vietnam
Got up this morning, and marched over to the highway, then we walked down the highway to the bridges. At the bridges, there are gook kids that sell just about anything you want. Cokes and beer are anywhere from seventy cents to a dollar. They made me point man today, whoopee (that was probably that ass hole Sgt. Gast that did that). The Head (Charles Barhorst aka The Head Monster) gave me his big knife. Going out on a goat tonight, it’s raining.

Today – The World
I still have the knife that The Head Monster gave me on that day, and just like 43 years ago it’s raining outside. Thank the good lord, I’m not out in it humpin’ around in the sands or the foothills, and not having a clue what I’m doing. I still don’t have a clue, but a least I’m dry.

Oct. 18, 1968 – Camp Evans, Vietnam
Slept late, didn’t eat breakfast. Sat around half the day looking at a f_ _ _ book. Went to beer hall, drank beer & played poker. Won $4.00, was up $18.00. I plan on seeing a movie in the mess hall tonight, hope it’s a good one. I love my wife so much my heart hurts sometimes, like right now! Why are there wars to take men away from the ones they love? I don’t understand.

Today – The World
After digging around in my closet, I found my diary from Vietnam. Starting today, I will post one entry per week (if I don’t forget), starting with 18 Oct. 68. If you guys read this, you will know why I’ve never written any kind of book. Please don’t make fun of my diary, you might hurt my feelings, and you guys know how sensitive I am. LOL. Well, anyway, here goes.