My Dad wrote a story once about a soldier named Rosco in Vietnam. I'll have to get it when I go back to Utah for Christmas.
Anyway, I don't know if it is fiction or if the guy was real. It might even have been a composite of several men.
At any rate, Rosco was a tough, tall proud African American in the US Marine core. Saved my Dad's life on occasion I suppose.
My Dad started his short story with something to the effect of: There were no heroes in Vietnam except Rosco...
I liked the character so much; I think I'll use him in my stories.
Posted by Michael at December 1, 2003 05:24 PM