The year is 1968, and in the middle of the Vietnamese Jungle sits a 19-year-old boy fearing for his life. In his possession are a ruck sack, some c-rations, a grenade launching M-79, and a reel-to-reel tape recorder. Over the course of a year, this soldier would record nine tapes detailing his experiences in the bunkers and in combat and then send them home to his family in Marietta, Ga. That soldier was my grandfather -- Ronnie.