Over the years, I have not thought much about it or even talk with my family about it, however, as I age, I have noticed I think about all aspects of my legacy more and more, bad and good! The following continues to be as clear and vivid as watching something on TV! In Cambodia, May 70 on Shakey's Hill, I'm handing the radio hand set to sergeant S, who is to my left, as he turns right to hold it, he takes an AK47 round to the left temple. The image I can't delete, is his far head turning black and blue instantly! Two seconds later, a rocket propelled grenade hits a tree about two feet to my right and slightly behind me, it caused me to do the perfect backward somersault with all the weight on my back and the hill being very steep! Exactly like images I've seen of oil flowing out of the ground, with every heart beat, blood shot up and out of my arm about 1.5"! After 24 hrs of antibiotic IV I was back out. I had a great guardian angel as that was not my only close call. Lead still there and in my back, ha ha! I also had a strong will to live during those nine months, because I knew if died, it would have killed my parents. Between just living in a jungle, sometimes not even back to the fire base for as much as a month, and the constant knowledge that you are going to get ambushed again in the next 200 meters, was enough to begin to not give a rat's butt about your life!
My good memory legacy, beside my family (wife and four children all PSU ) and ten grandchildren), is Lake Erie's Steelhead fishing, as I incubated the first Steelhead eggs flown in from Oregon, thus the program began!
My good memory legacy, beside my family (wife and four children all PSU ) and ten grandchildren), is Lake Erie's Steelhead fishing, as I incubated the first Steelhead eggs flown in from Oregon, thus the program began!