There was always an area at bad accidents and murder sites where people could go when they lost control to ensure they didn’t contaminate any evidence.
]]>My first BBQ after Cambodia was about two years later. All was well at first, then I decided to see if my m8 wanted help, and as I approached a gust of wind blew the odor of cooking meat into my face, and I was on the ground retching until I was exhausted. I didn’t understand what had happened. My friends helped me inside & cleaned me up & I drank some ice water. I truly felt wretched. Whenever I got near the BBQ, I felt nauseous. I had a meeting with a councillor a few days later and she reminded me of the link between smell & memory. It took a few years, but I eventually dealt with it. Well, I stopped throwing up at BBQ’s anyway. 🙂
Yeah Bryan, the first time I posted the comment above, it didn’ show up. Gremlins in the machine! 😉 😀
]]>That image has made you a better human m8.
All I really wanted to be was an Engineer. And the Mil/Int corrupted even that. It was useful for their needs. It wasn’t my idea to work for GD. Still, I did get a half dozen years of pleasure as an Engineer, except I discovered companies used us also. I designed systems to make work easier, safer & more efficient. They used them to reduce staff. Ah well… We take what we can get, eh? 😉
I hope we get to share stories one day. It wasn’t all bad! 😀
Neither of us can change the past. What is done is done. And humans will always find away to destroy.
]]>But still, that one photograph stays with me for days every time I see it, even knowing all that. If I had been there and seen the things your friend saw, I have no doubt that my fate would have been the same, because if one photograph is enough to raise the kind of reaction in me, being faced with the horror of the real thing… no. I am grateful that was not to be.
]]>You are a lucky man. I envy you.
The only thing that keeps me sane & alive is that I constantly remind myself of the thousands we saved. And the looks on their faces, and the tears of joy, and hugs of the children. But you know how devious the human mind is. You can’t think only of the good parts, without the bad parts lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance to jump out.
But the truth is… I’m just waiting for that final *tock*. All the rest of the past 25 years or so, doesn’t really matter a damn to me.
]]>It wouldn’t have been so bad if the bombing actually accomplished what it was supposed to do, but it didn’t. It was just a boon for the Khmer Rouge and destroyed the image of the US as a good guy for helping to kick out the Japanese.
The area you worked would primarily the responsibility of the CIA after you moved away from the Mekong. There were overflights, but they were changed from low and slow over land in RC-47s to high altitude over water in RC-135s after the troop draw downs.
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