I got "wounded" all the time when I was in Vietnam in 1964.Minor scrapes
and scratches and splinters,handling them wooden ammo boxes and small
caliber ammo on up to the rockets we put in the Helicopter's Rocket
Launchers.Hey,where is my Purple Heart for that? And I caught the crabs
off a Vietnamese woman too,that ought to be worth something.Nawww,skip
it,I don't want any Medals for that.I got a Commendation thingy in my
Army Records when we hauled some ammo to Ben Hoa on some trucks after
they got mortared by the Vietcong.
cuhulin