I wasn't in Vietnam but I can confirm that a sound can transport a person.
My ex-girlfriend made hot chocolate several times a day when she and I were
together. That was more than a decade ago.
One of the women at work makes hot chocolate in the galley, in the afternoon,
near my desk. I can't tell you how sad I become when
I hear her spoon clanking, unseen, in her coffee mug.
The whole time I have to repeat to myself, "Karen will *not walk through that
door. Karen will *not walk through that door. Karen
will *not walk through that door."
I'm over her though.
Lama
No, really. I am.
From: "W. J. Liles" <wliles@xxxxxxxxx>
To a Vietnam Vet to hear a Huey is to remember. Nothing else sounds quite like
them.
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