| Milt Golden flexing his muscles. This was our shower at Cobb Bridge. The suits were drawn on by Milt when his kids got old enough to be interested in these pictures. Notice the folks walking down the road. Well, at least we had some walls between them and us. |
| Sgt. Tom Ferguson at the French Fort between Cobb Bridge and Hill 10. Tom was an interesting, though often irritating, man. He had been in Vietnam for two years in the Army and got out. After a bit he decided he liked it and went to re-enlist but the Army wouldn't guarantee Vietnam, the Marines would. Without his glasses he was almost blind. But he loved combat and, I think, the incredible effort of will needed to do well at it. He was wounded the night of August 29, 1969. At first I was told he was dead. When I found out he wasn't I went over to where the medivacs were and tried to cheer him up, telling him he'd be okay and all that. He actually laughed at me (with all the pain, shock, and moriphine it wasn't really much of a laugh, but I could see where he was going). I can remember it like it was yesterday. He said, thought it took a while to get it all out, "I've been over here a long time. I've seen a lot of men come and go, and I'm going. This is just the way I wanted to go." A strange man, but not a whiner. |
| Napalm in the not too far distance. When Tony Poole sent me his pictures these to were titled, "PAYBACK." |