Even though my dad doesn’t talk very much about the war, I still know he went through a lot in Vietnam. I remember when my dad told me he had been shot twice in Vietnam. The First time he had been shot during a battle by Tri Binh, he said his friend “Rat” Kiley, the medic, was there for him. “Rat” was a god send he said. Dad told me that during the battle, rat would come and check on him ever one and a while. He said that took a lot of courage. I knew dad had a lot of respect for his friend “Rat”. Sooner that later though Kiley got wounded and was shipped out. Dad said a new medic took his place. His name was Bobby Jorgenson. When my dad was shot for the second time, he said that he almost died of shock because, as he put it, the SOB was incompetent and green. He said that he Bobby didn’t know how to treat the wound and half of his butt rotted off because of it. Dad said he spent his whole recovery thinking about how he was going to get the SOB back. So evidently my dad played a trick on Bobby to get him back, but it didn’t go as planed. In the end, dad said he and Jorgenson had reconciled their differences and became friends.