Any Vietnam Vets on the board?

Now I'm curious. Any details?

Why?

did you try looking around for a Vietnam Vets group on Facebook? I'm thinking that the youngest person you'll find still alive will be around 68 or 69 years old...

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Now I'm curious. Any details?

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The reason I'm looking is because my uncle died in what the government told the family was a mortar attack by the NVA.

I recently stumbled on a military message board post from 2011 by a man who claimed to be in my uncle's unit and there that day. He claimed that what really happened was a dumbass cooking his lunch set some empty boxes on fire which spread to their own mortars setting them off. Apparently the government has been covering it up.

Basically I'm just trying to find out the truth.

I thought this was about an animal health issue in an Vietnam. If this actually is about a veterinarian in Vietnam, I would suggest Pham Van Duc. Located in Ho Chi Minh. Very good with our pet rabbit.

I didn’t, but my Uncle Terry did. He fought in the 2nd Battalion/ 4th Marines Bravo Company. Now Uncle Terry was never a popular man, even by those he worked with. You've probably heard of a man abandoning his battalion, but I doubt you've heard of a battalion abandoning a man.

One morning Uncle Terry wakes up in the middle of Da Nang all alone. All his battalion left him were 3 bottles of Jack Daniels and some weaponry. Uncle Terry then chugs one of the bottles of Jack Daniels and throws it in the middle of the jungle. So Terry takes the remaining 2 bottles of Jack, an M16, 2 pistols, and a couple of hand grenades and walks off into the unknown.

Eventually Uncle Terry came upon a village, and from the village came people. Now were these people Charlie or the people Uncle Terry was sent to protect from Charlie? Uncle Terry didn't know. But he knew he had to act.

So Uncle Terry takes out the second bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a swig, and then he pulls out his M16 as a farmer would wield a scythe. The bullets came flying. And as hay would fall in front of a farmer, so the people fell in front of Uncle Terry. The men, the women, and by god even the children.

Finally Uncle Terry stood alone in the mud and the blood and the guts with no one else left standing. Uncle Terry then opened the third bottle of Jack and he took a long swig. Then Uncle Terry's hand brushed against his leg, and he felt wetness. And then he felt shame because he realized he had pissed himself in fear. But upon closer inspection, it was not urine; it was ejaculate. And his shame was then replaced by pride.

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Basically I'm just trying to find out the truth.

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There's some website called militarycorruption or something. Might get some info there.

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Well I guess you don’t frick with uncle Terry when he’s been drinking.

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That is the moral.

Maybe I have you confused with another poster. If so, I apologize for the comment about your uncle.