Thank you Bebop... I think I'm still on my way home, and it sure feels good to know that I'll be welcome.

My travel home was in a canvas litter, hanging second from the bottom in a 5-rack shelf arrangement along one side of a cargo plane. All of the other litters were filled with broken GI's.

They had us drugged for sleeping all the way. I awoke when we refuled in Alaska and the nurse brought a cup of snow aboard for me to see it.

She offered me a drink of water, but I was too worried that I'd "wet the bed" in my sleep and ruin the trip for the GI below me...didn't understand that the medical staff had thought of that as well and put appropriate plastic sheeting on the litters...lol. For some reason, I didn't think of what would happen to me, sleeping beneath 3 others.

Some of those broken teens were unloaded from the litters into coffins and never got to see those who waited for them. *tears

Here's the point ... for every scene you see in this slide show, there was an equivalent for my war. Nothing changes except the increased ability to destroy the enemy.

I hope others will get to see the slide show and hear the song that really conveys the soldier's thoughts.

Take care, bebop. Take care.
T.