On the approach to Saigon, seeing the rice paddies and the jungle below, my detached feelings about the war began to emerge. As the soldiers deplaned, the lump in my throat began to swell, and I fled into the cockpit. Alone and out of sight, leaning on the closed door with my hands covering my face, I burst into tears. I told myself, never let them see me cry and I never did. Stuffing tears through emotional encounters were unending, and this was only the beginning.This book is a tribute to those who served so well. You are not forgotten! Read and remember, the stories of heroes of Vietnam.