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Also, I have to give credit to the nicest, most wonderful woman who ever walked the earth--my Mom Elizebeth Jean. Mom died in September of 2003 from heart problems. Amazing for a woman with a heart of gold. Whenever Dad was away in Nam, Mom was there for us kids. She never complained, was always positive, never faltered. She was one of my best friends, as well as my Mom. In many ways she was a Vet herself, as she gave what she could for her country, in support of my Dad. This site is for her as well.
 Dad's card from mid-eighties
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I bought my Dad William ("Ice Man") Clark this domain name a few years
back for a father's day gift. Dad did three tours of Nam, starting in
1963 and ending in 1972. The last tour he did as MACVSOG, Project Omega B50 in Laos (where
we never *officially* were). Dad never was able to do much with the site,
mainly due to the fact that sitting at the computer for long periods of
time caused him great pain. Dad died of heart failure on May 24th, 2001
in Circleville, Ohio. Dad's death was rough for me, and as part of my
way of celebrating his life, I vowed to finish what he had started with
this site, VietnamVets.org. This site is not mine: it belongs to all the
Vietnam veterans out there. I am its steward. I will do the best I can
with this site, and have endeavored to make it something that Dad and
other veterans would appreciate for years to come. Please 
Incidentally, when I was a child living in Clark Air Force Base, the Phillipines, from 1970 to 1972, Dad was "in country." I got a childhood bone disease called Osteomilialitus in my leg at that time, when I was 5 years old. I was taken to a military hospital, where they were backed up...the children's ward was full. They ended up putting me in with the GIs, who visited me as if I was family. I loved all of them, but especially remember getting a visit from an American Indian GI named "Chief Broken Rope." Being a child of 5, I asked him "where his feathers were," to which he replied that "he didn't get to bring them with him." He was a normal guy, serving his country, and had gotten wounded and was in the Clark AFB hospital, and reached out to this GI's child, myself. I just wanted to say, either to him, or his own children and family, thanks. This site is also for you, and all the rest of the vets out there. I owe you much more than this site, but it is at least a start. - 