Roger that, ribit.
Walked 'the wall', solo, at dusk, years ago. Far, far, far too many names there.
Like you, my Dad served over there; 66-67?? 67-68?? (seventh grade for me). He was FAC in an O-1 Birddog, after having trained a year before, away from the family, to be a fighter pilot. Two weeks before deploying, orders switched him to Forward Air Controller. He flew mostly out of Da Nang, and Ben Hoa. Not as dangerous as what you and micro faced, (maybe) but I always viewed as being pretty close to the same. Fully exposed, in a low flying, prop driven paper airplane - where ground fire can nail ya pretty easily.
I still give a thank-you to those Ham Radio guys that allowed us a rare privilege in patching a phone call through to us.
And to you and micro - Thank you for what ya'll did; with honour and dignity.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good ...
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