As time moved forward, watching some of my friends become
casualties or being wounded in combat, I became angry within. This anger toward the enemy consumed me to
the point of hating my enemy. By this
time, I had already been wounded twice and my time of service was almost
completed so I started to think crazy things in my mind. My commanding officer sent me to see the
hospital shrink and he recommended that I be sent to Oakland Naval
Hospital, Project 49A,
for further observation and treatment.
I spent the next six months of my life under psychiatric
care, group therapy counseling, because I was so violent. Satan had
taken possession of my life. After six months of rebelling against the
help offered to me, Dr. Wilson recommended a discharge for me. I was
then sent to Camp Pendleton
for my discharge to become a civilian again.
I remember when I was at Camp Pendleton
my girlfriend, Sharon, got pregnant. She
had been in high school with me, but we had actually fallen in love through
letters, while I was in Vietnam. They allowed me to have time off so I could
go and see my family. That’s the time
when Sharon and I got together and she got pregnant. So, the Marine Corps gave me time off to get
married. My discharge hadn’t come back
yet. Finally, it came back, on September
15, 1967. I’ll never forget that day,
when they called me in and said, "Hey, your discharge is back and it’s an
honorable discharge."
I got
out and found a job in LA working for the Union Bank. I also decided to
continue my studies in Kung Fu San Soo, at Jimmy H. Woo’s Studio. The moment I
got out, immediately, I started going back, not only to my old friends, but I
started going back to my old life. But
this time I was a little bit older, I was 20 or 21 years old at that time. It’s
amazing how the war had matured me, tremendously. I wasn’t afraid to kill now, I wasn’t afraid
to do anything. When we would go to
parties or whatever we would do, we would cause chaos. I remember all the opportunities that God
gave me. My wife would never preach to
me, she would share the gospel with me, by sharing her love with me. She showed me God’s love through her life,
living it.
