Dreamt I was headed to Vietnam this morning. Not the "nice" Vietnam we know today but of the 1960s.
My mom picked me up to take me to the airport. I was crying because I was going to be gone a year. My wife and son and daughter ... I wasn't certain I was going to make it.
I asked my wife to call one of my associates and let her know I wouldn't be on the flight to new York on Monday because I was heading to war.
