Because of this, enemies heard them and fire fights broke out. "Combat was intense. We walked with our guns locked and loaded ready to fire. We didn't even bother with the safety. When battle came, we were so scared the drip of sweat off your forehead hitting the ground sounded like a gunshot. All my senses were heightened, I don't know how, but you could feel it when something was out there, and we were ready for it. If we were caught by surprise everyone would be firing, if we weren't we would fire in waves. If there were four of us, two would be firing, then when they needed to reload we would start firing. You wished you would have a million bullets in a clip, because you knew as long as you were firing, they were ducking and you were safe. You wanted to be close to your team too, because if they saw you move out of the corner of their eye and they didn't know you were there, they were gonna shoot you." Everyone on my dad's team made it out alive. Twice they went into Vietnam to rescue people, and twice everyone made it out alive. As a result from these quick "in and out" missions, my father was never severely injured or ill in this war.
The best thing my dad remembers about the war is how beautiful Vietnam was. "Everything was so natural and beautiful, I would rest on trees as big around as this room, lay my rucksack on a root that lifted half my height out of the earth, and listen to a stream nearby that you couldn't see but just knowing it was there was comforting." The worst thing my dad remembers is how the Vietnamese treated each other. "You could hear a buzzing through the jungle a few hundred yards out, and you would know there was a village nearby. When we finally reached it there were Vietnamese bodies, all over the ground, some obviously tortured before death. When the U.S. went over to help South Vietnam, we unintentionally brought our viruses over. So we took doctors, and medicines for the people and more importantly for the children so they wouldn't get sick.