Reminds me of a night around the campfire one night on one of our MV Club trips. One guy, who could talk the legs off a billiard table, had eveyone spellbound with his reminisces of Vietnam. The sights he would rather forget, the memories he would best repress, the hardships. We were rapt with every person taking in every word he said, until he got to the worst experience he endured, one that he had only recently confided to his PSTD counsellor. During his time in Vietnam, he coped fairly well except for a period of two gruelling weeks, 14 days of sheer hell when there was NO NEAPOLITAN ICE CREAM (
!), only Vanilla.
Of course, we all fell about laughing! Bloody Air Force!