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Oct. 22, 2025
Send us a text On October 22, 1971, my parents had been married for one year, two months, and one day — and they were seven months into the pregnancy that would become me. My dad was in Vietnam, still flying missions, and my mom was in San Antonio, feeling her belly move and counting down the days until he came home. Their letters today are full of love, humor, and everyday life — but for me, they’re also the story of how I began. Support the show The Allgoods: Vietnam Through the Eyes of ...