Hi....
I wanted to tell you something about me so I'm going to tell you about my tour in Nam. Well the spicy interesting parts and not the group gang-bangs, but aside from that here we go.

This was my first insertion point into the raging beaches of Khe Sahn. Me and three other buddy's in my platoon were supposed to storm the beach and set up a small communication outpost to the north of the beaches position in one of the many foxholes that were places around by the Vietcong. We arrive t the beach and hundreds of rounds fly at us I yell to the squad "LETS GET TO THAT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CHECKPOINT AND SET THIS ♥♥♥♥ UP!"

So I start running to the position we need to go as I run two of my boys are shot dead from incoming sniper fire, but I stick to one key objective, getting that radio set up. The only ones of us left are me and my longtime buddy Corporal Nwofor. We finally set up the radio and create the call-sign, Point CJ. After Point CJ was set we awaited further orders. Nwofor and I were scared ♥♥♥♥-less by this point considering we survived something that no other soldier would quite frankly.

Every now and then we would hear the bone chilling screams of the dead and the terrifying cry of the Vietcong charging "BANZAIII" That word still rings in my head to this day.

Now This story is one that scarred me and left me mentally numb for possibly the rest of my life. It was about....Cereal. Now I know that seems silly but believe me it ♥♥♥♥♥♥ me up good.


8:45 PM In the middle of some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ village in Khe Sahn that we haven't torched yet for some reason. Me and Corpral Nwofor Sit and wait for new orders.

We both liked the trees of Vietnam so we would usually separate from the groups and talk about stupid ♥♥♥♥ by the trees. Worst mistake of my life, see Nwofor and I were eating some mini wheat's from our ration packs and talking about the infamous Evan Lewko that legend said to wander around uninhabited parts of Khe Sahn and subdue his victims with heavy, low pitched frequencies of some kind.

Anyway as we were talking we both had this gut feeling we were being watched but we didn't pay any attention to it. I take my first bite of Cereal and BAM! THEY WERE IN THE TREES THEY WERE IN THE ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ TREES THEY JUMPED OUT AT US AND TOOK US AWAY.

I didn't know if i would ever see my wonderful wife and children again. I couldn't remember much of the journey other than the horrible beatings on the jeeps as we were driven to a P.O.W camp.

Nwofor and I were Beaten, Tortured, Starved, Held captive for months and months on end. By month 7 Nwofor and I started to look like skeletons. Every day I would pray that somebody would save us, anything even if it was a bullet to the head.

Along came the 10th month almost a year, yeah we were given food every month or so but I knew how to persevere. Anyway on the 10th month we heard air raid sirens coming from the camp and I swear all of the prisoners that were still alive looked as excited as a 4 year old getting everything they wanted on Christmas.

The gates flew open by a platoon of Humvee's and tanks as a Huey came above us and tore the mass amounts of Vietcong to shreds. I was saved and alive I couldn't believe it but I was alive. I was immediately sent back to the USS jobo for immediate treatment. after I was all ready to go I was shipped back home. I never heard much of nwofor since then but I hope he is alive and kicking. Without the visions....