There’s a good chance I’ll meet someone who came to the 'Nam to escape his problems in the world. (Because nothing wipes those blues away like lettin loose on some zipperheads with my 60)
When you arrive in-country, someone’s transistor will be playing “Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater.
Someone of a racial, ethnic or cultural background that you formerly distrusted or were unfamiliar with will become your closest buddy. One of you will save the other’s life.