I'm three decades older as I write these than when I lived them. It is not always easy to recall or squash feelings. I have tried. Gook, dink, slope, zipper and a lot of the profanity are not politically correct today. It is offensive to many people. I apologize for that. But they are a part of what I was then and there. Leaving them out would be the greatest of hypocrisies. I would rather be politically incorrect than a hypocrite.
Dale Summers - Semper Fi

This page is dedicated to our heroes of the Vietnam war, our Vets and our POW-MIA's.  I've chosen a light background versus the dark background you see on so many web pages dedicated to these causes.  Light symbolizes hope; dark symbolizes doom and despair.  I still think there's hope in finding out what really happened to our POW-MIA's. Let's do our part.  Lets hold our government more accountable for real answers from Hanoi.

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I spent several months in the glorious country of RVN.  More than most; less than some.  I was just a plain ole' Marine trying to do good. I didn't do anything to distinguish myself. I had some good times and some bad times.  Only the good ones seem to stick around today. I drank a lot of booze and swapped a lot of lies. I just tried to do a good job, have some fun and stay alive. Upon reflection, I wasn’t unique and certainly not a hero. Any deeds seen as heroic by others were merely my efforts to avoid being killed.

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There has never been anything before or after my Vietnam experience that will ever compare with the intensity of facing death at the hands of the enemy. I have attempted to recreate that type of adrenaline rush by racing cars, jumping out of airplanes and doing other insane activities. I've never matched it. Vietnam has placed an indelible mark upon my being which can never be erased.
I, like most of us, lost friends and buddies in the war.  I lost my best friend in high school in Nam.  He name was Dale Gene Smith.  I realized then any of us could die. I knew there was a bullet out there with everyone's name on it.  I realized there was a little slant eyed yellow bastard out there who would kill me. I couldn't blame him for wanting to do his duty and stay alive.

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I made long lasting friends as well.  My ole' hooch mate Mike Pearl is one.  We lost contact with each other for many years.  We found each other again a few years back.  We are just as tight today as we were back in Nam.  We'll still do anything, anywhere, anytime, together.  We've had the good times!  Rusty Nails forever!

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