A Thousand Years of Peace Book 2Chapter 17
One of the happiest days of my life was getting on a Flying Tiger Airplane GOING HOME from Vietnam. Back at Fort Bautista in Mexico. Over the next week, the thirty from up north showed up dragging their rolling cases along behind. Some still had backpacks, some did not. All had seen battles at some level. Some had faced a local drug lord with a handful of men. A few had faced a hundred or more. Brad and Gloria had faced over 11,000. Tony and Willa had faced an army. They all had stories and...