By: Keith Nightingale The smell of the issue facility as you move through. There is a lot of old stuff here. Your first night in country. Will you know the last?
By: Keith Nightingale They carried P-38 can openers and heat tabs, watches and dog tags, insect repellent, gum, cigarettes, Zippo lighters, salt tablets, compress bandages, ponchos, Kool-Aid…
By: Keith Nightingale Every Grunt has a well of courage that is drawn upon as he moves through his tour. It is a pool that resides in us all.
By: Keith Nightingale A bit of ‘with tongue in cheek’ from SWJ’s resident Godfather and official cranky old man.
By: Keith Nightingale Humans encroach on the wilderness, but nature extracts its own not so subtle revenge with the tools of drought and fire. Such as it is today.