This is a story of an infantry company in Vietnam in 1967 to 1968. It is about the humor and the friendships of the men, forged in the difficulties of combat.
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In 1967, Paul Gebhart dropped out of college and volunteered for Vietnam. He soon found out that the army was not anything like the John Wayne movies he had grown up on. But there was no turning back.
Despite the racial tensions that broiled in the United States, the men of Bravo Company, men of diverse racial and cultural backgrounds became brothers for life.
"They charged that wire and we were shooting the world at them," one of the riflemen said as we went by. He was an overweight black man with his fatigue shirt hanging out of his pants. His partner was a short, muscular man; darker and with an angry mouth and hard eyes.
"They were trying to climb the wire to get to us, the shorter one added in a tired voice.
"We may not have a cause to die for, like them," I said, "but Sergaent Bell went in to save Cool. Doc Stevens went in to help them, and Rojas crawled in after the sniper. None of them had a cause but their people needed help."
"That's what it comes down to man," Gardener said.
"The army doesn't care if we make it home or not," Jesse added. "All we got out here is each other."
"Amen, brother," Delino said, and we all agreed.