Personalized I love you with all my boobs I would say my heart but my boobs are bigger mug

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The conversation gets around to “back home in the States” and the prime objective. My prime objective has always been to get back to my career but everyone else’s top three priorities are: 1. Women 2. Women 3. Women I think I must be losing my mind because their arguments start to make sense and I put my career as 4th on my list. We also spend a lot of time contemplating the insanity of the war. We are of the belief that we could win if the politicians would take a powder and let us fight It is getting dark now and everyone drifts back to their own bunker. I pull first guard as usual. It will only last about an hour. I actually like guard duty. It is time to yourself and your own thoughts. It was a time to put the mind back in order. For me, it was also a time for prayer. My faith has grown stronger while in Nam. I think this is because of the simplicity of the situation. Personalized I love you with all my boobs I would say my heart but my boobs are bigger mug You either live or die. Life is very uncluttered and pretty straight forward. I never prayed that my life be spared because I believe that God will not allow our life to end even one second before the time that has been appointed and we will not delay it even one second if that time is reached. I did pray for wisdom. I prayed that my decisions and actions not needlessly cause death or injury among my men because I didn’t do the right thing or handled a situation badly. Tonight my prayers are troubled. I am overcome with a sense of dread like I have never experienced. We change guard and I retire to the bunker but I can’t sleep. The dread keeps pulling at my mind and soul. I become afraid. I cry out in my mind “Lord, what’s the matter?” A thought appears in my mind and says “Tomorrow”.

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Lord, what will happen tomorrow?” I replied. “Tomorrow, you will change.” appeared in my mind. “Will I die?”, I asked. “No”, came the reply. Instantly the feeling of dread left me. I felt peaceful and knew whatever happened tomorrow would be watched closely by the Lord and I had nothing to fear. I slept peacefully. I am woken by the last guard and begin preparing the APC. I suspect we will guard a convoy between Kontum and Pleiku. I check my oil levels and hydraulic fluid. I time the .50 caliber machine gun and oil the ammo a little. I keep thinking about the night before. The Lieutenant calls a meeting and we find out we are going back into the bush on a company size patrol. Personalized I love you with all my boobs I would say my heart but my boobs are bigger mug I look at the coordinates on the map that we will cover and warning lights start flashing in my brain. We had been in that area 6 months ago and surely by now the NVA had moved back in. We returned to our squads and pass the information along. At 8:00 AM we all mount up. Another APC pulls up beside me and I look at George Blackwell the squad leader. George has been in country as long as I have and used to be a member of my squad. He took over another squad when their squad leader DROS’ed (Date Returned from Over Seas). George and I have been brothers in the true sense of the word. We make eye contact and I can see the dread in George’s eyes. Silent words flash between us. It is somewhat frightening, we both know today is different. I leave my APC and climb up on George’s APC and say “George, you got the same feeling I have.” George looks at me for a long time and says “Yep.” We both look at each other wanting to speak but the words won’t come. Finally I hold out my hand and we do a dap (a form of handshake). “Keep your s— together,” I say. “You too, Brother,” he replies. I return to my APC and stand in the drivers seat and look over the squad.

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I want to tell them “Look, guys this is my last patrol and I want you to know I was proud to serve with all of you. You are my brothers, and I love each of you.” but my lips won’t move and the words won’t form. I am also beginning to wonder if I am getting a little ‘dinky-dou’ (crazy). The radio comes alive. Second platoon will lead and Two-two (me) will be on point. I call the Lieutenant and tell him to put someone else on point. I am leaving in 30 days and someone else has to learn how it’s done. (This wasn’t an unreasonable request because someone did have to learn the in’s and out’s of driving the point track. Bottom line though was I chickened out. ) We drive down Highway 1 and turn onto a dirt road by “Tin City” a Yard village with tin roofs and head into the bush. We stay on the dirt road about 8 clicks and then head off into the boonies. Traveling is slow because the new point man keeps screwing up. To break brush and blaze a new trail is a bit of an art. You have to know that certain trees can be pushed over like match sticks while others will stop you dead. You must avoid ground that may cause you to throw a track off the sprocket if you turn quickly. You must watch for Army ants because if you hit a tree with them on the march, it literally rains biting ants on top of you. You must do all this and watch for enemy and booby traps. We come to a halt because the point track hit a tree and the jolt threw the men off the APC. One guy has a broken arm. Personalized I love you with all my boobs I would say my heart but my boobs are bigger mug An APC is sent back to base camp with the injury on board. I am overcome with the feeling of guilt. My mind is nagging me that I should be on point. I offer a very short prayer “If that’s where you want me Lord, then I’ll go.” I call the Lieutenant and tell him I am taking over point. I break brush and blaze a new trail for about three hours. We are deep into no mans land. All of a sudden warning light start flashing in my mind. Ahh, now I see it but I decide to continue to determine if my new instant NCO can pick it up. I continue on. Another 10 meters, and I can delay it no longer. I pull back on the laterals and stop the track. Six inches from my head is a trip wire. I stand up in the drivers seat and the “Instant” asked me why I stopped. I calmly point at the trip wire running between the trees. One end of it is fastened to a grenade inside a tin can. I cut the wire and disable the grenade. Then I verbally ream him out for not being observant enough. I know the time is approaching fast and it is going to be one hell of a party. The booby trap was designed to kill personnel riding on an APC because the trip wire was 6 foot off the ground. The track should catch the wire and the grenade should be pulled onto the APC. Two gallons of adrenaline flows into my body because this tells me that whoever is in this area is expecting Armor and is probably prepared to handle it.

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