The picture of the puppy has a special story. Here it is.

There was a group of kids, they were Amerasians and outcasts, that would call to us from outside the Con Thien gate when we were assigned guard. They were in the habit of bringing live ordinance and various types of military stuff they found to trade for food. We would have them set this material clear of the gate and would give them each a meal of C Rations. Later the engineers would blow it. The leader was a 12-year-old boy and the other kids ranged to as young as 4 or 5. They always had big smiles for us. For this puppy we gave them a case of C-Rats.
In mid November, Gene Kelly, one of our squad guys, and most recently an acting medic, was on the hospital ship Repose. He was there for treatment of a concussion he sustained from a Chi Com grenade on Hill 100 when Alpha was airlifted to support Bravo & Charlie Companies mortar platoons on 13 Nov 69. Before he was sent back to Red Devil and regular duty, he was roaming the the ship's corridors and ran into the 12-year old boy who was bandaged in several places and was missing an arm. He had had an accident with his most recent daily haul and had been medevaced to the Repose where US doctors saved his life. It's acts of kindness like medevacing that boy to the hospital ship that never seemed to get on the evening news, rather we were depicted as baby killers.

These are the things I remember about Vietnam.