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Glenn Earl Prentice was born in Northridge, California on January 20th 1949. The 19th of January, his birthday, would be a day he would never forget. The siege at Khe Sanh would officially start on the 21st of January, but it was the patrol he was on, on the 20th that would unofficially start the siege. Glenn was a radio operator and forward observer attached to India Company. On the morning of the 20th, the patrol he was on walked into a NVA battalion entrenched on the southern slopes of Hill 881 north. A fire fight ensued. 7 Marines and 103 NVA were killed. Glenn Prentice turned 19 that day. Of the 300 men who served on Hill 881s, Glenn is 1 of 19 men who came off without being wounded or killed.

After the war, Glenn returned to college and earned a degree in Business Administration and Water Technology. He has been back to Vietnam several times since 1992. Glenn is also active in raising funds for on-going humanitarian projects he has been involved with in Vietnam. If you would like to learn more about these projects, contact him via email.

Glenn Prentice currently lives in San Diego, California, with his wife Grace. He recently retired after 30 years of public service, working as the head of the water and utilities department for the City of Corona.

 

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When we went back to Vietnam, it was surreal... at times like a dream... and at times it was like going home again, like I never left. I felt good and sad. The memories were haunting... seeing my friends again. Searching... always searching for something, and not knowing what I was looking for, but I knew I belonged there. There is something about Vietnam... the smells, the people, the children, the "Green", the feeling of being safe but not!

Crying inside, overwhelming tears would flow at will... always hiding the flows from my friends... always looking out for them... always faithful to them. My brothers. The bonds... so deep... so different... so unexplainable. The memories are so vivid, sometimes comforting, sometimes disturbing. But they're always there. Then realizing, suddenly, it was not a dream all those years ago. I was there, and still knew my way around. I was home once again!

To be with Dennis, Paul, and Bob again, "in Country", was comforting. I was with guys who knew what I had gone through. I didn't have to explain anything--they knew!