The way I dealt with that unexpected cobweb to the face tells me I probably wouldn't have been much use in Vietnam.

My mother-in-law's text alert is an entire song. Starting to think my father-in-law's rage isn't really from Vietnam.

They put a protective casing over the Vietnam Wall. They're calling it the Maya Lin sheath.

Why did so many blacks die in Vietnam? Every time somebody yelled, ""GET DOWN!"" they'd get up and dance.