My life continues to be shaped by 24 months in Southeast Asia. October 1970 to 1971 at Tan Son Nhut AB in Saigon. August 1972 to February 1973 at Tan Son Nhut, and Nakhon Phanom, Thailand, on the west banks of the Mekong river, across from Laos, until August of 1973. The chop-chop-chop of helicopter blades, the smells of motor-scooter exhaust, wood smoke, and open sewage, can grab my brain and transport me right back to that time. As a private-investigator, soccer referee, and minion to a Border collie, named Magic, I invite you to join me on a chronological journey gleaned from letters, photos and documents collected by me and my family during the last years of U.S. involvement in Vietnam. And to the Vietnamese people I meet and those I haven’t met, I am sorry.