ChickenMan's War Chronicles

My body is here, but my soul escapes.

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Dear Mom,  Last night I was sleeping on my poncho and covering up with a parachute I found in a tree. They are really warm to be so light. I woke up and there was a rat under my shirt. It scared the hell out of me.

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When ChickenMan got to Vietnam, the dumbest son of a bitch in the squad still knew more than him. ChickenMan tried to fix a cup of coffee at sunset and a fellow kicked his fire out, asking him if he wanted to get them all killed. Continue Reading in July 16-31 Reports


Here I am again. I just landed in Dong Ho. The landing strip is made of pieces of steel and it is very dry and dusty here. I have been here 30 minutes already and I am covered with brown dust. They are going to send me somewhere else, but I don't know where yet. I will write some more when I find out where I am going to be.  Continue Reading in July Letters


I landed in DaNan at 5:00 am July 20, 1968. It was already hot. The first person that I talked to was a black corporal in RECON. He said that Da Nang was going to be overrun any day now, and that it was surrounded by the NVA. Continue Reading in July Narratives


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