Several mornings a week about three to ten guys meet for breakfast at various places, usually in Marin County, California. Most are vets. We have some amazing conversations for old guys: we have enormous experience. Our senior guy is 80 and our youngest, 44. We are WW ll and Vietnam. We talk about politics, women--no subject is off-limits. My wife calls them my "girlfriends." After our talks, I usually summarize our thoughts on the blog.
Saturday, January 11, 2014
PHU BAI's Alright
Had a moving experience today at UCSF’s Mount Zion Hospital. A guy was sitting with a cap that indicated he was a Vietnam Vet. I did what I always do, “Where were you in Vietnam?” He said “Phu Bai.”
I said. “Have you ever heard the expression, Phu Bai is alright.” Every GI who served in the northern part of Vietnam knows it. I go to the bathroom and when I come out, he is still there. I said to him, “Are you pretty sick?”
“Yes. Anus cancer.”
“Is it related to Vietnam?
“I think so.”
“What about VA?” They have turned me lose.”
“What is your prognosis?” “Terminal.”
“Sorry. God bless you brother. I will see you, if not on this side, the other side.” I saluted and he gave me a sharp salute back. God bless him.
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