James Paul Lott tells of growing up in a small town in Oklahoma with five brothers and four sisters. One brother is sent to Vietnam in 1968 and assigned to the 101st Infantry, Airborne Division. After his brother is wounded, he tells of his own experiences in Vietnam as a convoy truck driver and of friends being killed. After nine months, he is transferred to the rear as an R.E.M.F.He tells of good times as well as the bad, telling his story the way it was for him, leaving nothing out. This book is a very honest account of his experience, thoughts, and emotions. He will make you laugh and he will also make you cry.There were no front lines in Vietnam, this nation's first full-out guerrilla war. No place in the country was ever totally safe. You never could let down your guard. As James Paul Lott was told about the people before going: "They can be your friend during the day and your enemy at night. He said the VC were everywhere, and they could very well be the barber who cuts your hair or the ten-year-old kid who asks to polish your boots. He said to be very careful wherever I went and whatever I did."
James Paul Lott tells of growing up in a small town in Oklahoma with five brothers and four sisters. One brother is sent to Vietnam in 1968 and assigned to the 101st Infantry, Airborne Division. After his brother is wounded, he tells of his own experiences in Vietnam as a convoy truck driver and of friends being killed. After nine months, he is transferred to the rear as an R.E.M.F.He tells of good times as well as the bad, telling his story the way it was for him, leaving nothing out. This book is a very honest account of his experience, thoughts, and emotions. He will make you laugh and he will also make you cry.There were no front lines in Vietnam, this nation's first full-out guerrilla war. No place in the country was ever totally safe. You never could let down your guard. As James Paul Lott was told about the people before going: "They can be your friend during the day and your enemy at night. He said the VC were everywhere, and they could very well be the barber who cuts your hair or the ten-year-old kid who asks to polish your boots. He said to be very careful wherever I went and whatever I did."
