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Username: asatiger1966
Date: 2020-05-30 10:02:45
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I'm losing time. A lot of time. The lockdown hasn't affected me much. I get out as much as I always have and do the things I always did.
Every morning I mark off the current day on my calendar in order to keep up with the days since I don't have a fixed schedule. Yesterday I marked out Tuesday. This is happening on a regular basis.
What really freaked me out was a few months ago.
I see my doctor every 6 months. I've seen him 4 times (2 years). At my last visit the receptionist mentioned something about my "5 year checkup". Apparently, according to my records, I've been seeing this doctor 5 years! I asked for clarification, verifying full name, date of birth, etc. Yes, she was talking about me. I just nodded and set up the next appointment but seriously! Wtf happened to THREE YEARS?
I've checked with my pharmacy, gone through check book for doctor office visit payments, etc. According to all evidence I've been going to this doctor 5 years. I have zero recollection of 3 of those years.
Before you chalk it up to old lady memory, I can recall word-for-word conversations I had years ago as well as what I had for breakfast yesterday. But I have no recollection of those 3 missing years. That's a lot of time to be missing. To me, it's been 2 years and I remember the 2 years quite well.
Don't know what can be done about it but it does have me a bit concerned. I suppose I should be worried that I'm losing my marbles but I'm sharp as a tack on everything else. I'm just losing track of time. On the positive side, it does give me a sense of urgency to get done the things I want to get done. If 5 years can go by in 2 then there's no time to dally.
Whitewave , thank you for this line of questioning. As everyone knows " I am suffering from a number of afflictions, all deserved LOL. Cancer seems to be winning the race for now. Ladies the hot flashes really suck.
My mother passed away on April the 11th. this year. The last person that I could embarrass. Now we can talk about some things that occurred in my 1966 Tour of duty. This has a missing time part coupled with alternate time lines.
I will be a little off by a few days on the start of the action being described, but could look up if needed.
Unloaded from a CH-47 Shinoock choppers around June 15 whole platoon , 42 men. 1/327 Airborne Infantry, HQ and HQ company LRRP platoon.We landed on a forward moving skirmish line of the NVA Division strength. I was functioning as the RTO with the heavy weapon's platoons Forward Observer.
He and I had worked together about five mounts.
I will try to shorten this up till we get to the missing time.
Lost two men from the scout squad within five minutes of walking down the ramp. I was adjusting frequencies when the shooting started. Our mission was to locate a NVA Regiment that the CIA briefed us on that was crossing the border from Cambodia and call the B-52s. Simple, piece of cake.
We moved to a defensive position on a mound and waited. I ask Caption Higginbotan why were we staying, we had found them and our recon was over. He told me that we had been ordered to hold our ground?
We had 15 KIAs in the first 10 days, all men were wounded at least once , most multiple times.
The NVA broke contact and we choppered out for resupply and new men, from our reserve pool.
We resupplied and was inserted in front of the NVA units that were retreating. So we could identify and , you guessed call the B-52's.
We were headed up a waist high grass hill when we encountered the anomaly I have discussed before.
I remember being with Staff Sargent Glass as the last men were choppered out. Him and I were the only ones left on a mountain top devoid of all vegetation pocked marked with craters almost touching each other, just holes mud and water.
Sargent Glass asked me how much ammo I had left, two full magazines for my .45 cal pistol and five M-16 rounds, one of them a tracer. He had a little more and it looked bad. The 101st ,326 Aviation Battalion were so busy that we had to call in the 25th Lighting Division for help and we had no clue when they coming from.
We decided, it was twilight, it gets real dark out there at night Sarge waited for the choppers, I decided to go downhill and downstream to a Special Force outpost about six klicks away. It was a artillery base.
I never made the SF camp. I was picked 30 plus days later walking at the edge of a rice paddy quite a distance away. The chopper that found me thought I was a gook because I was stripped to the waist carrying a rifle LOL.
AS they got closer they decided not to shoot me because I was two tall for a gook.
I went to the Corps Phan Rang hospital and ended up in Ward 7 which was critical care. I lay next to specialists 4th class Gromley. His Company Commander had called napalm on his position when they were being over run. Gromley was in terrible shape. The doctors told me that I would be there for at least four weeks to get my blood clean and heal. I did not mind, the Quonset hut was air-conditioned and we had a black and white TV, that played Vic Morrow in a show called "Combat"
I was there about ten days and a LT. Colonel showed at my bed stating that I had to get back to my unit.
The doctors were not happy and I had really enjoyed my talks with Lt. Ward my nurse.
Arriving back at HQ and HQ I went to see the First Sargent, he informed me that I had been transferred to Brigade HQ to guard the General in a platoon called "Security Platoon"?
Now I am back home and found out that my mother had a nervous break down when the Army officer had brought the letter notifying them I was missing. They were notified two months after I went missing.
My family all said that I was missing for much longer that 30 days.My younger sister can to this day tell you the type of shoes and uniform, glasses complexion everything about the young officer. They got the letter in early August. Dad was worried and got in touch with the local Congressman for help. He inquired and sent a letter out "that no one knew where I had gone", we still have that letter.
Skipping a lot, today my 201 file that I have and the VA has, shows no MIA, none.
The family tells that I was missing three to four months, Debbie my sister eight months ? I remember my older sister once said that I was gone from home at one stretch for five years without coming home.
I think they are all nuts but I was in a truck wreck in 2007 suffering a concussion and awoke in the middle of a fire fight shot in the stomach calling for the men to stay away from me. This was only the beginning of a locked up memory that the truck wreck had unlocked.
Ask questions if you want
