By John Szramiak
On Dec. 24, 1969, I found my 18-year-old self lying on a cot, looking up at the Christmas lights strung on the ceiling of my hooch and coming to the realization that this was going to be a very different Christmas then I was accustomed to.
Having joined the USMC in January 1969 and later asking to go to Vietnam, I never thought about what my first Christmas away for home would be like. I didn’t see a Christmas tree, I didn’t hear Christmas carols but Dec. 25, 1969 was wonderful.
I got someone to stand in for me for a patrol and hitchhikedin a pretty reckless momentto Freedom Hill near DaNang to see the Bob Hope Christmas Show. The one-and-only Bob Hope cracked jokes, the Golddiggers danced, Neil Armstrong recounted his first steps on the moon a few months earlier, and a host of patriotic entertainers kept us enthralled for hours. It was a magical Christmas Day for sure.
(Szramiak writes from Seaville.)
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