Late on a very cold but clear evening in November 1992 in Washington, DC, I mounted the special dais and was humbled, and honoured, to read the names of the 37 New Zealanders who had lost their lives in Vietnam.
I was an infantry medic with the First Cavalry in Vietnam and Cambodia in 1970.
I was born in 1968 when life was totally influenced by the terrible war. My parents were both doctors in the hospital. They said everything seemed to be very difficult at that time. They had to mange how to take care of their children and also their work in the hospital.