I was hiding under a log. Doing my best to masquerade as North Vietnam terrain, I’d pulled branches on top of me, smeared mud on my face, and arranged leaves and other foliage to stick out of my clothes. I was 20 miles behind enemy lines, having parachuted out of my F-4C fighter aircraft when a weapon malfunction blew it, along with my wingman, to bits. So far my terrain act was working; a group of North Vietnamese soldiers had passed, unaware of my presence, within six feet of me….
The Greatest American Heroes: A Friendship Forged During 5 Years as Prisoners of War (Isaiah McMillan)
On Saturday, when President Donald J. Trump passed on celebrating American war heroes because … rain, it immediately reminded me of stories I was told during a couple of cookouts I attended. The first was when I visited one of my best friends. He was a soldier in the U.S.
