The year was 1967. Kon Tum, Vietnam was not known for temperate weather, and, as James Richardson stood outside his mother’s home in Tennessee, he thought that, though this Southern heat was oppressive, he was glad the air wasn’t as humid as it had been in ‘Nam.
He’d take American heat any day. Fresh from Dak To and missing an arm, Richardson had no choice but to return home to his mother. And that he thought is a good option to be with her mother when he needed her the most.