Dennis Hall was 20 years old when he left everything he knew in Brooklyn, New York, stepped off a helicopter, and planted his boots on the ground of Vietnam. The year was 1969.
Like most of the men around him, Dennis spent many of his first weeks abroad asking himself what in the world he was doing there. His family had a long line of service members before him, and Dennis had felt the calling to sign up long before the war began. Now that he was firmly entrenched in Vietnam though, he found himself wondering if and when he would get to go home. It wouldn’t be the first or last time he would ask himself that question.