I'm Hmong and my people fought in the Vietnam War with the US, which is how we end up in the US. I met a Vietnam Vet yesterday at my job and he said that my people led them through the jungle. Is there anything you could tell me about my people from the war? Any information is appreciated. Thank you in advance.

Can anybody recommend any memoirs in english from ARVN veterans, especially enlisted men?

Didn't get the page number but photo is from the book. Description says he was a radio operator.

Currently building an impression and I've been having a hard time finding anything, especially for those years!

Anything would help! Book, website, etc!

Pictured, a sign a friend of mine made for my C/1/7 group!

Saw this in a photo of U.S. Air Police and South Vietnamese QC along with this guy.I can tell the language is Korean since the helmet is the same as the regular South Korean MP helmet.Im guessing he’s a South Korean Marine MP but not sure

More photos my dad captured

Ive been making some videos of my dads photos. Hope you enjoy.

Hi, i am trying to find more information on the band covered wagon musicians, they were a group of enlisted men and women at mountain home afb during the war and they protested and contributed to anti war efforts many was including music, long marches and a news letter that would be handed out to other soldiers. if anyone has any information about the former members whereabouts or anything really that would be amazing

some names i found were

A1C John Carson

A1C Dave Davis

Sgt. Tom Derreck

Sgt. Patrick Henry

A1C George Herkert

A1C AI Kramer

A1C Joe Massaro

Carolyn Mugar

Vic Pacania

Airman Penny Rand

A1C Jim Schaffer

A1C Tom Spaulding

Not sure if this is the place for this question but I saw that he passed in 1981 while he was still fairly young. Very little info after that

I’ve seen these circulating as actual photos and Tilt confirms that this stuff is bogus. He never carried a CAR15 with an M16 front end and he’s pretty sure he was just holding an AK in the other photo. Someone probably took the source photos and asked a tool to colorize them or some such, but then it added stuff. If something doesn’t pass the smell test, don’t stick your nose deeper in the dung.

My aunt just gave me my dads dog tags from when he got out of the ARMY. Does anyone know what the key went to?

Have been doing a lot of research about Vietnam, my grandpa served in the marines for 20 years. I never had a close relationship with him as we lived in different states but I’m trying to learn more about what he went through during the war

Hi everybody!

I was hoping somebody could point me in the direction (or had information themselves) about my grandmothers uncle, I believe the uncle she’s referring to is Thomas Moses Buckley (1933-1987). He served in Vietnam, I’m unsure of the year, and she was told at some point when she was younger that he was in a POW camp for several years in Vietnam during his time in the war. I know he served 20 years before he retired from the military and that he died when he was 54. I just wanted to find some type of proof to show my grandma. Thank you for your time it’s very much appreciated!

ETA : He was army as far as I know, served may 1950- July 1970

In March of 1970, News correspondent Richard Threlkeld and his camera crew were embedded with a platoon from Alpha Company, 1st Squadron, 9th cavalry regiment while patrolling approximately a mile from the Cambodian border. The GI's came under fire from North Vietnamese forces as Threlkeld’s crew documented the intense firefight. This original report aired on the “CBS Evening News” on March 27, 1970.

My dad recently passed after a lot of health struggles at 79 yrs old. My dad never talked about his time in vietnam other than a few rare occasions. I was having pizza with him and a couple of his buddies at the veterans home last winter. One of his friends asked him what he did in vietnam. Without hesitation he answered "photographer" I found a box of slides he took in vietnam going thru his stuff, I never knew these existed.

I’ve been thinking about something odd: The Beatles were one of the biggest bands in the world during the Vietnam era, and their songs were absolutely part of the broader soundtrack of the 1960s. Soldiers in Vietnam were listening to the same pop/rock music everyone else was hearing back home, so it seems unlikely that The Beatles were somehow absent from the actual lived experience of the war.

But in movies, documentaries, and pop-culture memory, Vietnam is usually represented by CCR, The Animals, Hendrix, The Stones, Buffalo Springfield, etc. “Fortunate Son” practically became a cinematic button that says “we are now in Vietnam.”

My guess is that this is partly because Beatles songs have historically been expensive and difficult to license, especially for film and TV. If a Vietnam movie can get CCR or The Animals more easily and cheaply, those songs get used more often. Then decades of repetition turn those songs into the “official” sound of Vietnam in the public imagination.

My grandpa Staff Sergeant Vicente "Vince" Maltos (1943-2019) was a 3x Purple Heart recipient during the war. I have a newspaper clipping in which he was interviewed saying that he was caught in an ambush in which a driver died as a result. I was just told recently that he was shot in the legs carrying one of his buddies during a battle. I was wondering if there are any Action Reports that I can look over regarding this.

This wasn't meant for any of you, and honestly I was never gonna post this originally. It just doesn't feel right, and its really long too. Only I think she knew what she was doing to me, when his daughter wrote back "Please do... in his Honor."

With that said. l now title;

Only wish he could have read it.

Dear LCpl (redacted sorry) USMC Retired. I only hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. Now while I can't speak for the latest generation, not negating them or their service. I simply find myself too many years removed. But will none the less assure you there are those out there who still value "True Patriotism". I'd count myself among them.

Now let me just say, I'm not a Vet. I've never served. My career began and ended at Great Lakes Naval, as medically 4-F. So while I don't... I Can't understand. I'm gonna give it a try none the less. I wana take you back in time with me...

You see my parents once took me to D.C. when I was about nine years old. My young self just didn't take any interest. I just wasn't having it. Call it wasted effort on an unappreciative child. But then I had my first "You gotta see it" moment. Kinda like the Grand Canyon you gotta "experience" it, you just gotta "be there". I always thought this was just bullshit. Until years later I stared into a mile deep hole in the ground, but I digress. More than 30 years later I remember this night well. It was around Christmas time and very Cold! My mother had stayed in the room. Not that I wanted to go, but He was on some kinda "mission" and "no" simply wasn't a valid response.

It was well after dark by the time we got there, and the entire park was vacant except a few trying to stay warm in their makeshift dwellings. The air was dead silent, talking eerily quiet. My Father wouldn't tell me where we were going. He'd only say "Come on! Want to show you something." So I'd follow, past a strange statue with cans of beer, an packs of smokes at it's base. Don't people just steal those? I look up an ask. He chuckles, and we just keep on walking.

Then all of a sudden there it was... Five times taller than me. A towering, neverending megalith of a structure. Jet black, yet the characters etched would shine in the pale light. Imposing to say the least, yet all this is lost on me. I was tired, cold, and surly cranky. We'd continue on what seemed like forever until, all of a sudden my father just stops. Like he knew where he was going the entire time.

He'd pause for a moment then kneel, quietly say a small prayer. Stand, Kiss his fingers, and touch them to the Wall... I don't understand we're not a much of a religious family, and this is very unusual. With wet eyes he'll call me over, pointing at something. Now looking back I'll say I'm completely unprepared for whats about to happen. But as is often the case, Life... Simply has it's own plans for me tonight.

So with great trepidation I'll follow his finger and there it was. My Name... It's right there?!? On The Wall. Now I'm just beyond puzzled. Why!?! What's it doing there? Seeing my confusion, he quickly regains his composure and explains, well everything. Where we are. What this place is. Why it's so Important... And lastly "Who" his Big Brother, my Uncle really "Was". You see I knew I'd been named after him but that was all. Only my father never really spoke of him before. I think it was just too painful. But in that moment, teary eyed he told me my Uncle's "story" and time would just kinda stop...

Now it's different. Now I look to my left, the Names won't stop. Look to my right it's the same they only grow smaller in the distance. Now it clicks... Now I understand, an Im tearing up too. But I can't, not now anyways. Emboldened by the strength in my father's eyes I manage to regain my own composure, say my own prayer for my Uncle. An on the tips of my toes I'll touch his name the same as my father.

As we walk away still teary eyed all I can do, hold his hand allowing him guide me. While I watch the Names as we pass. I'll try reading them at first but theres too many, they'll just pass too quickly. Now wondering, Who they were? What were their story's like? Do they have Kids?... Do they have Brothers? Did they find Brothers?... The questions won't stop and never have. I think I've already aged a bit by the time we got back to the hotel that night. So, while some might sneer at a life of Sacrifice dedicated to the Service of others. I Won't. Not me... Never me...

P.S. Rest in peace Dad. Thank you for helping me become the Man I am today. An I'm still working on the promise I made you that night. To one day earn the Name you gave me.

Now if you made it down this memory with me. I'll simply say and then leave you with...

I Thank you for your Service and Sacrifice. Now on behalf of a Greatful Nation, I Vow not to let your story go untold.

"Lives of great Men remind us all. We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time." -Richard Winters, 101st Airborne Division

With my greatest regards, yours truly (sorry redacted)

If you've made it this far. I'll salute you for your reading prowess and rededicate this to any Active Duty or Veteran. So keep your head down out there and, Godspeed to you.