Boy, back in the days of Vietnam, when no one had even heard of email, one of the sweetest words spoken was “Mail Call!”

Kaye and I would write to each other every day, but sometimes a week or more would go by with no mail. And then, there would be 5 to 10 letters, all at once. To avoid reading things like “...Craig is out of the hospital now...” when you didn’t even know he had a problem, we started writing the number of the letter on the outside of each envelope. That sure helped to keep things in order.

On this page, you get to “sound off”. Be aware that if you send me a message, I am assuming that you are granting me the right to reproduce it here.

And I will -- whether critical or complimentary, subject only to the bounds of good taste. If your message is little more than a raving blast, it will get tossed. Same for vulgarity and profanity. Otherwise, expect to see it printed here.

   One day, I saw one of my co-worker's with this book in hand and stopped to ask him what the book was about. (I think it was the colorful cover that grabbed my attention.) Then, my co-worker went on to tell me that his father was the author, grabbing my attention even further. After looking through his copy of his Dad's book, I just had to get my own so I could read each page. I am so glad I did! Dave Richardson's personal account of his time in Vietnam and the rescues performed are a most excellent read. I felt like I was part of the story. I also liked the section at the end of the book, where the author explains various acronyms and "subjects." Dave, thanks for sharing your story. Your love of God and family is evident. Thank you for your service!                                                                                                                                                               VB

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