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He ran over, hopped the barbed wire, and cut across the field. One day, he was running late and didnt want to miss his transport, so he decided to cut across a field that was in the center. He had to walk he says about a mile one way, turn left and walk another mile to get to his transport. His base was a few miles from the airstrip, so every morning he took a transport to the airstrip. My uncle served in vietnam, he was a weapons expert, who worked on bombers. These are stories he told me, everything is his words or as close to his words as i recall. Ive got a few stories my uncle shared with me and his time in vietnam, ill share them here, in no particular order, and you can read them, and hopefully enjoy them.