Through the Eyes of My Father
Through the Eyes of My Father Vietnam was a war where few lives went untouched by grief, anger, or fear. ... My father fought in this war that was 10,000 miles away in a virtually unknown country. ... My father thought the press had a lot to do with the harsh feelings people at home had towards the soldiers. ... The Americans would walk through the villages later and photographers would continually snap their pictures as they walked through the rubble of the blasted village. ... Many of my father’s friends had the dangerous job of a “tunnel rat.” The Vietcong had built tunnels under the jungle that they could travel through. ... My father was introduced to a new type of fighting known as “Guerrilla Warfare. ... On the vessel, my father was also in charge of bringing wounded soldiers that had made it to the shore back to safety on the ship. When a soldier was spotted or a helicopter was seen going down, my father and his men would load into a small boat and head to the shore. ... Many times my father’s crew was not even able to get the wounded in the boat due to so much firepower. ... My father spoke of how different the relationships were between the soldiers of Vietnam War and the people at home. My father felt that he could not tell his family at home the whole truth about the war. ... My father saw many men go mad after a friend of just a few days was killed.