In April 1969, I received news so eerily similar to what had happened on that first voyage to Vietnam. Another close friend — Don Droz — had been killed in a swift boat ambush in the Duong Keo River.
At that moment I knew I couldn't wait. There was no further thinking to do. It was time. That's the day I decided to give all my energy and strength to one more mission:
to end the war in which I'd fought.
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