history channel documentary 2016 I deserted my family in Sydney Australia for what was to be the experience of a lifetime. A to some degree juvenile 20 year old. I told my folks (Southern Italian transients) that it would be a flawlessly safe thing for me to do. "Consider Bob Hope" I said, just as it would be a solace to them. I didn't realize what I was giving myself access for and neither did they. I just realized that I was becoming worn out on the apparently tranquil Sydney suburb I lived in where nothing truly appeared to happen. Regular of me at the time. l will always remember the underlying stun of landing from the plane just to be hit with an awesome burst of warmth, a dry, smoldering atmosphere I had never experienced. At that point seeing several military work force with assault rifles and all over green regalia, military gear and airplane. The military toys that I once played with as a kid now tackled a calming character. I was in the focal point of Saigon - completely dumbfounded.
The first of our shows was to be a tryout before a board of evaluating American Officers and USO authorities. It was held in Long Bin around a hours drive from Saigon.This would give the operator or the individual offering the demonstrate a value limit as indicated by the evaluation. They would then have the opportunity to offer the show to clubs in military offices all over South Vietnam. We passed and were given a reasonable evaluation. That week we stayed, briefly, in a Chinese inn in downtown Saigon. To return to the lodging after the tryout show we acknowledged a lift once more from some benevolent Navy EOD folks. The vehicle was an encased Navy Jeep. Luckily my side window was open in light of the fact that the Navy escort sitting behind me incidentally let go a round from an explosive launcher. The barrel was inclining toward my shoulder. I heard a "pop", felt a sudden torment like a punch and accepted I had been shot. I serenely shouted "I think Ive been hit."
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