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Michael E. Johnson
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"There is a connection with all we do and with whom all we meet"
Somehow we made it back from our first night patrol. I was bewildered by my first day in Vietnam. Before arriving I had no idea what to expect, but this was beyond anything I could have imagined or even made up. As time went on I became acclimated to the hot weather and somewhat accustomed to my new home on PF Hill.
During normal life on the Hill, our squad rotated among day patrols, going out on night ambushes-which sometimes ended up being a night in Duc My-and the third day was what our leaders called a day of rest. The day of rest really ended up being a day of doing odd jobs on the Hill like filling sandbags for the bunkers, cutting the brush away, cleaning and burning the crap in the head, and other work details.
I followed Chuck's advice and kept my mouth shut, followed orders and did what I was told.
It was difficult to make friends considering the rotations of Marines going back to the states or being killed or injured, never to be seen again. The friendships that were made lasted a lifetime.
Chuck and I hit it off very well. His cot was next to mine and at night we would spend time talking about back home.
He had a girlfriend named Nicole who he always loved talking about. He was always showing her picture. She's the one he spent so much time writing letters to.