I took this picture from a helicopter outside DaNang with
my 1/2 frame Olympus Pen-EE camera which I still own...
It still works!
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    Excerpts from the Preface...
    .....I had entered a program with a proud history.  Red Cross first initiated its supplemental recreation program during
    WWII at the request of the Secretary of War.  In June 1950 MacArthur asked Red Cross centers in Korea to continue
    the clubmobile of WWII with programs for the men and a special portable component....donut machines.  Over the course of
    the next twenty years of operations and almost 3 million miles clubmobile would become synonymous with donut distribution
    and the 899 women who served them, “Donut Dollies.”  Surely it must have been a record that they could turn out 20,000
    donuts a day when the troop ships were in.

    ...There were 627 of us who served mostly yearlong tours in Vietnam (without donut machines).  By the time the last of the
    twenty-seven units shut its doors at Bien Hoa in 1972 we’d averaged 17,000 air miles monthly for a grand total of
    2,125,000.  If it flew and had room for “two Donuts” and a program you can bet we took it.  

    ... Our job was communicating a touch of home to the troops, but staying in contact with home…well, that was another
    challenge altogether.  Compared to today’s instant communication technology ours was embryonic.  We wrote or typed
    letters and mailed them in envelopes.  We also recorded messages on small reel-to-reel tapes, eagerly waiting to receive
    them from family and friends just to hear their voices....

    Living in Vietnam was like living in a fishbowl with nowhere to be entirely alone.  Dating was scrutinized, community
    involvement discouraged and forbidden in uniform.  The appearance of impropriety could result in the immediate transfer to
    another unit and its certainty, a one-way ticket home....  

    I left Vietnam but, truth be told, it hasn’t left me.  Triggered occasionally by the most ordinary sound, sight or smell I am
    instantly transported there, however briefly, and in this… I’m not alone.

                   Would I do it all again?       Absolutely.
                                     
                                           Would I want my daughter to go?         Never.
                                                                                                                                               J. Holley McAleese Watts