Shot By A Gun That Didn’t Make Any Noise
My shipmate lived out the last years of his life in a ranch house tucked up away from the state highway on a rutted dirt path past a dairy barn, a memorial to pioneer settlers and two lazy hounds wagging their tails and barking up a storm. He and I rode the same class of destroyer. On his voyages to Vietnam, he was exposed to Agent Orange, the deadly defoliant that contains Dioxin. He did not speculate, he knew deep down in his working man
