Rick Holt's Adventures in Vietnam
Letters Home from Vietnam, 1971
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February 21, 1971
Woke up this morning about 1:30 to the sound of a wailing siren. I don't know whether it was the siren or Kelm's yelling "Air Raid, Air Raid" that woke me up. He's getting short, about 80 days to go, so he's a little jumpy. He started heading for the door saying something about heading for the bunkers. Then he realized we don't have any bunkers nearby. Somebody said get under your beds. It was about that time I heard "Boom, Boom, Boom." of the rockets coming in. They hit somewhere down near the airfield. I don't know how much protection this tent would provide if something ever hit nearby. We would have a heck of a time getting under these bunks anyway. There is hardly room to turn around in here, so that's where we keep our gear. Charlie's just letting us know he's still out there.
It's sunny this morning. Don't know whether we're going to China Beach today or not. May take a day to let this sunburn cool off.
There is a plane due at 12:30 today so I should get some mail this afternoon.
So much for now.
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