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My dad was a Vietnam Green Beret. I know it sounds cliche, but after a few glasses of wine at Thanksgiving, he told us that one of old squad (? not sure if right term) mates called him to chat. My father discovered that he's the only one from his group not on "full disability" (ie mentally ruined). My mother cut him off the wine that evening and that's the most we ever heard of his experience save a few pics and choice Vietnamese phrases.