by Victor Edward Galt (Author)
Vietnam: How I got there, what I did there, and the price I paid for being there. Lt. John L. Wilton Every combat vet has a story. That story is true to him. However, it is almost assuredly made up of truth, imagination, hearsay, other people's stories and dreams both good and bad. Nevertheless, through the fog of war, they have become his story. These are my memories, take them as you see fit, I make no apologies or excuses for my conduct, or for that of my men. Believe what you want, dismiss what you choose. Blessing to those that served in Vietnam and to hell with those who spat on us and called us baby killers when we came home. JLW
Author Biography
Victor Edward Galt I was born in the late forties in Texas. That makes Vietnam my war. Those that served are my brothers and sisters. Too many of them didn't make it home. Many that did come home were broken, some physically, others psychologically. I've seen too many give up and die well before their time. I plead with you, don't give up, don't quit. I promise you, I will never say, "I can't do this anymore."