What little news I did get came from a small AM/FM radio that was Irwin Allen yellow (TV producer Irwin Allen liked the color yellow and on his TV show Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea, it had a very yellow Flying Sub). As the war progressed, the radio stations tried to establish music for it. Music became a big part of the Vietnam War, so the stations tried songs from that time for us. One of the ones I remember hearing was Janis Joplin.
But the music didn’t seem to stick much.
I’d sit in the back of the cargo container looking out at the horizon where the war was and wondering when it was going to come my way. Around January 30 or after, I heard some news on the radio that sent a chill through me.
A woman soldier had been captured.
She was lower enlisted soldier, like me. She’d been in a truck with another soldier, delivering equipment, when she was captured.
I’d been in some of the convoys. The same thing could have happened to me.
And still could. I thought about that a lot as I watched the horizon where the front line was.