Joey, I guess it's time to set the record straight. I am a Vietnam era veteran. I was never in Vietnam personally. The poem, A Place Not Far, is an effort to honor and memorialize those personal friends who went to Vietnam full of life and with a sense of duty only to leave there in a body bag.
I was in Korea when the buildup of forces began in Vietnam. By the time that tour of duty ended, I had only a few months remaining on my active duty commitment...not long enough for another overseas assignment. That's not to say I didn't see some frightening things in Korea. Korea is a relatively wealthy country today; that wasn't true in 1964-66. It was an agrarian economy then...rice paddies fertilized with human waste. You could smell it before the Military Air Transport plane landed at Kimpo.
I've slept in a tent when the temperature was -20°F.
I had a fellow soldier point a 45 caliber pistol at my face.
I've had prostitutes grab the sleeve of my uniform only to apologize profusely and bow deeply when they realized I was an officer.
I saw a howitzer misfire, the shell slamming into a hillside above a village about 200 meters away.
I saw a helicopter crash, killing the pilot (a Lieutenant Colonel) and two Koreans in the house it landed on. I will never fly in a helicopter again.
I was nearly flown into North Korean airspace by an inattentive pilot; fortunately I was alert.
So, yes, I saw some frightening things in Korea, but I came back home in one piece. There are 58,195 names on that wall in Washington. Five of them were personal friends. I think the most poignant moment for me was attending the funeral of one of them and speaking with his mother and fiancee. That was a difficult day for me made more so by having our own wedding rehearsal that evening.