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Personal Narrative: My Experience In Vietnam
I had my worst vacation in Vietnam in 1985. I stayed in Hanoi, in the northern part (of Vietnam). I have an older friend who served in the USMC from 1960 to 1976 and was captured and held by NVA from 1969 to 1975, and he was with me. He had these flashbacks all the time and I couldn’t stand it. The first morning he went nuts and we had to take the next flight back to US. He tried to assault a local who had a hairstyle that almost all of NVA used. I stopped him before the local was incapacitated.
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