I don't post to often. Typically just answering the occasional question in the Class III forum.
My uncle was wounded in Vietnam 49 years ago today. I just wanted to take a moment to remember him and his service.
Background:
My Uncle Bill, my mom's older brother, has been gone since 2003. He was a super type A individual, a successful Anesthesiologist who was married but never had any kids. He could be tough to get along with. My aunt and uncle lived on the other side of the country and in the summers we would take road trips to visit. My Dad was into guns, but Uncle Bill was serious. I spent most of those visits running his progressive reloading press or his belt filling machine day in and day out in his basement. I was to young to appreciate it but his idea of a reward was taking out a 1919, throwing the book at me and yelling at me to have it all taken apart and cleaned before dinner. At 8 or 9 this resulted in me hiding from him, but as I got older it was the one way for us to relate and spend our visits.
Even as an adult he was a tough guy to talk to, but at least we could talk guns.
Anyway, I always knew he went to Vietnam after med school and internship but before his anesthesiology residency and was somehow wounded, but he never really offered any more then that.
I found this helping my mom clean out his house after he died. He didn't live to meet/hassle my kids but I make sure they know all about their Uncle Bill. They better since they will be shooting and cleaning his guns.
A picture of Bill in Vietnam
His hobby
My uncle was wounded in Vietnam 49 years ago today. I just wanted to take a moment to remember him and his service.
Background:
My Uncle Bill, my mom's older brother, has been gone since 2003. He was a super type A individual, a successful Anesthesiologist who was married but never had any kids. He could be tough to get along with. My aunt and uncle lived on the other side of the country and in the summers we would take road trips to visit. My Dad was into guns, but Uncle Bill was serious. I spent most of those visits running his progressive reloading press or his belt filling machine day in and day out in his basement. I was to young to appreciate it but his idea of a reward was taking out a 1919, throwing the book at me and yelling at me to have it all taken apart and cleaned before dinner. At 8 or 9 this resulted in me hiding from him, but as I got older it was the one way for us to relate and spend our visits.
Even as an adult he was a tough guy to talk to, but at least we could talk guns.
Anyway, I always knew he went to Vietnam after med school and internship but before his anesthesiology residency and was somehow wounded, but he never really offered any more then that.
I found this helping my mom clean out his house after he died. He didn't live to meet/hassle my kids but I make sure they know all about their Uncle Bill. They better since they will be shooting and cleaning his guns.
A picture of Bill in Vietnam
His hobby