I was scared. I couldn’t believe that just a few days before I was safely at home with my parents and siblings. I saw a hootch that was partially lighted. I turned the I like rum and motorcycles and maybe 3 people vintage shirt Apart from…,I will love this doorknob, or maybe it was an entry latch, and the door opened. I dived in and landed on the floor as if I had assailants chasing me with guns. There were some GI’s sitting around the table playing cards. It was like a scene out of M.A.S.H. The bombing had not stopped. I took a step back, told him that he was safe here and that no one would hurt him here. That his teachers loved him and they would never touch him or make him feel bad or in pain. I told him that his mom loved him and would protect him and that his caseworker would work with him and he would be loved the right way. I smiled back and said, “(x) would you like to return to the carpet and rejoin your friends for circle time?” The child shook his head and held onto his mom’s hand. She walked over to the carpet and sat with him so he would stay, but he wanted to be in her lap. Of course, his friends wanted to sit close to him and her and got distracted again. He thought he was going to play the badass by saying, “Who in the fuck are you going to get to get me out of here? Who? You just go ahead and call ’em! Who are you going to call that’s going to make me leave? Go ahead and call ‘em!” “Who the hell are you?”, one of the soldiers asked. After I frantically explained my situation, they had a “vote” on whether to let me stay. (Today, I realize they were just messing with me). They voted in my favor. I was relieved. “Now I guess you want a helmet and a flak jacket?“ one of them said. “Yeah,”, I said frantically, “How come you guys are playing cards with all that’s going on?
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The first night I arrived in Vietnam I was having a drink in the I like rum and motorcycles and maybe 3 people vintage shirt Apart from…,I will love this Airman’s Club, after having arrived in the mid-afternoon. There was a good Vietnamese band playing and they almost sounded American. Suddenly, a loud siren began going off. A man in civilian clothes, probably the manager of the club, ran up on the stage, grabbed the microphone from the singer, and shouted, “The base is now under attack! I repeat, the base is now under attack. Please return to your barracks or go to the nearest shelter!” Since it was my first night there, and I was waiting to receive my assignment to my permanent base, I did not have a barracks to run to and I sure didn’t know where any bunkers or shelters were located. I’m not discouraged from hugging or loving on my students, but I am required to be constantly aware of where our hands are our positions, and not allow long touches – especially when it comes to abused children. I counted out five seconds and began to pull away and smile, but he held on. I realized that he was probably in pain and just needed some extra love that day, so I began leaning down to give him a proper hug so he could see my face and that he was safe. Instead, he took my hand in one of his and tried to lower it toward his bottom while taking his other hand and trying to squeeze my butt. I immediately pulled away, and the amount of hurt on his face was heartbreaking. The poor boy, only six at the time, had no idea what he had done wrong and didn’t understand why I was pulling away. Everyone turns to face the door, the child of the parent lights up and gets excited and shoots up to say hi, while everyone else gets bubbly and excited for them and it disrupts things for a tiny bit.