I was with the 586 Signal company in AnKhe with the 1st Air Cav from Aug 66 to Aug 67 and I went back to the 580th Signal Company in Long Bonh from March 68 to May 69

34th Engineers, "D" Company

Looking for anyone that served with the 1st Bn. 2nd Regt 65-70

Welcome back Brothers. I was in country from '66 to '68. 169 Engr. Btn, 18 Engr. Bde. in Long Binh. Looking for any photos, videos or accounts of the massive 12+ hr. explosion of the main ammo dump in early 1967. [email protected]

I would like to meet members of the 22 Tass from Jun 68 thru Jun 69. I would like to attend a reunion if one is held. I still have alot of haunting memories from the night of Jan 10 1969.

my uncle was killed near camp carroll August 24th , 1967. His name was Manuel Ybarra. Did anyone serve with him? he was 19 yrs. old and my dad would love to hear from anyone who may have had contact with him. Thanks.

IN VIET NAM 66-67,BEARCAT AND DONG TAM, 36TH SIGNAL BATT, WITH BILL MESSER, EDWARD HARRIS, STAMPS, OTIS RIDLEY,SGT LEWIS FROM ST. LOUIS, MO.

looking for Ronnie E Clark 51st 1961 to ?

looking for john johnson.he was stationed in vung tau, vietnam in the 60's. he knew my mom hong thi ngvyen.please any information e me at
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63rd maintenance battalion Quang Tri RVN. March 1968 October 1969 HHC Co
Reunion in Florida November 2009

I was an Aircraft Maintenance Officer with the 559th Tatctical Fighter Sqdn, then move up to Wing Quality Control Officer of the 12th Tactical Fighter Wing, 10/68-6/69. Air evaced stateside and retired medically with diabetes after 22 yrs of service. If there any 'Billygoats" reading this, Here's to ya pals"

I served with the 244 SAC from Aug 69 til I went home on leave in June 70. I was an avionics tech in the Signal Platoon. Anyone remember Major Lanny ("ducks-in-a-row") Standridge? How about those "combat" volleyball games, or the first time we got hit with mortars? Or First Sgt. Turner?(BIG guy!) When I got back off leave, the 244th had been deactivated, so I was sent to Lonh Thanh North, to the 73rd SAC, another Mohawk unit. Was there until I came back to "the World" in Aug 71. Ahhhh, those Freedom Birds! We were cramped, tired, and had homely stewardesses, but we were on our way HOME! I was one of those dudes who actually kissed the ground when I landed in Kansas. Kissed it for myself, and all the guys who didn't get that opportunity. I still love this country, and wouldn't change much of anything about my service in Vietnam. People seem to appreciate us more now than back then. Too bad. Just glad we always have the welcome mat out for our troops coming home these days! God bless America!

Looking for any one who served in us army 134 quartermaster from 1966-1967

looking for somebody you served with my brother during the battle for nu loc san 1967-1968 he was a marien his name his stephan a. anderson, thank you

My Daddy's Tears
The first time I can remember being entirely and completely sad, happened when I was five years old. It was January of 1966. My dad was leaving for Vietnam. I suppose being as young as I was I did not understand the significance of what was about to happen to our family. I don't remember if my mom cried although I am sure she did. I don't remember if my brother or sister cried either. What I do remember as if it was yesterday is that my dad cried. It was the first time I had ever seen my daddy cry and it was powerfully frightening! It was the first time I had ever seen my daddy as a human being. Up until that very moment, I had thought him to be some sort of super hero. You know, like Batman or Superman, only without a cape. I just new he had superhuman strengths, he was handsome and brave and strong and in my five year old mind I just knew that nothing could hurt him and certainly nothing would ever make him cry! He was invincible…wasn't he? I remember feeling so confused…so overwhelmed…and so frightened. I couldn't understand why my daddy was crying. He told us he was going away for a little while. It wasn't the first time his job had taken him away and it wasn't the first time he told my brother and sister and I to be strong and good kids, to help mommy and then he promised he would be back before we knew it. So why was he crying? He had never cried before when he left for temporary duty. So why now? Daddies aren't supposed to cry…are they? I was terrified and I cried a river of tears that were born of my daddy's tears. I cried out to him…"Don't go Daddy!"…At least I think I did! Maybe I only said it in my mind while I stood there with the picture of my daddy walking away…his eyes res and his face wet with tears…being burned into my memory forever. During the next year, I sat with my mom in front of the TV and listened to the news reports about the casualties of Vietnam. Once I realized that was where my daddy had gone, I watched with intent, the still, black and white photographs of the men who were fighting for a cause I was too young to understand…all the while hoping for a glimpse of my daddy. At Christmas time, I remember us watching a Bob Hope USO show. As the cameras moved through the audience of soldiers, we looked for him and were so disappointed when it was over and we hadn't seen him…knowing he was going to be there. We heard more and more that people were angry about the war and angry with the soldiers who were sent to fight the war and I was angry because it meant they were mad at my daddy! It wasn't long before my five year old mind began to understand the root of my daddy's tears. I was one of the lucky kids!!!! In January 1967...right after my sixth birthday…my super hero daddy came home!!! I saw him cry again as he kissed and hugged all of us. This time I wasn't frightened. I am so glad he came home and so thankful that I could see him with his tears of sorrow for all that he had lost and tears of joy for all he had not. Forty years have gone by and I don't ever remember telling my daddy how happy and how thankful I am that he came home! I don't want another year to pass without letting him know that I love him and he is still my super hero! I write this with much love and dedicate it to my dad, R.D. Buck, and to all of the super hero mommies and daddies, brothers, sisters, sons and daughters who selflessly gave themselves in life and in death in Vietnam, and to those who went before and all of those who came after Vietnam and who have given us the life and and liberties we have now…I salute you!!! I love You Daddy!!!!!