R M
2022-04-29 18:15:09 UTC
For this vet, Magnum was and forever shall be, more reality than fiction. At 17 years of age, in the Merchant Marines. I spent time in Viet Nam, going up and down the Saigon River in an old raggedy Victory ship, transporting all sorts of explosive goodies while dodging incoming. The guys protecting us on their PT's, with music full blast, not knowing their fate and living for the moment, never escaped my memories. The risk was high scale, but I never felt more alive. Then I got drafted and almost returned. Ended up in Camp Red Cloud, an old MASH unit, for another year. The Army was very toxic but without some strong everlasting friendships, it could have been worse. Upon returning to the US, all of us were greeted by bags of poop and urine, our welcome gift from anti-war protestors. We never asked for the job, but we didn't run to Canada either. Years passed with very little word about us that served... along comes Magnum. Yes, a fictional character, but a welcome one at that. The rest is history and I'll never forget what that show did for me. It was therapeutic. To this day, I still play the part both real and not... it helps me get through the day when I drift back. There's a lot of Magnum in all of us that serviced and wish they had. God Bless America... we need Him more than ever before.
Rolie
Rolie