My dad was a Vietnam vet, as was an uncle, and my son's other grandfather....none ever spoke of service or complained.
My dad came home with metal in his side, two bronze stars, one for valor, and some purple hearts. Never spoke an open word about any of it. I was always facinated about that war. Only after digging in secret and reading about his medals and his service did I discover some of his history.
Fought in a bannanna plantation area called An Loc. Service in the Big Red One on a tracked vehicle. First Sergeant over mortor fire and the M60. He was a larger dude, hunted and qualified expert as a marksman.
His time in Hell involved an overnight ambush....his acts kept him and others alive and he came home.
Almost more amazing was he married my mom a Junior in High school. They saw each other less then a week the first year they where married because of the draft. They never wavered.
Much respect to all vets, but Vietnam has a special meaning to me. We have some old 35mm slides of photos he took in country. Photography and smoking pipe tobacco became hobbies to pass the time. We have a few tapes he sent home to mom. His voice still makes me cry.