Dennis Franz tells the story of a young Marine at the The Siege of Khe Sanh, Vietnam, in 1968.

Anyone who gave this video a thumbs down is a heartless monster! My Uncle volunteered and was KIA in Vietnam less than a month after arriving, he was 19 years old. I was about 2 years old when this happened so I only have a picture of him holding me as a baby to remember him by. God bless all Veterans and those currently serving!

Imagine how hard that was for Dennis to do. Keeping it together telling another mans story that would be so similar to his own. Keeping his own memories at bay in order to get through this reading without losing it completely. Well done Dennis Franz, you are a great actor and a great man. Salute!

I am honored to be a personal friend of Dennis. We met more than thirty years ago. I am not in his profession, but we had much I common. We especially loved the same music. We often talked about his and my experiences in Vietnam. Now we live so far apart. I am now eighty years old. I miss you, DF. I love you, brother. God bless your heart!

Dennis Franz has been a favourite of mine since NYPD Blue. Now that I know he is a 'Nam Vet, my admiration and respect for Mr. Franz is immeasurable.

This old Marine was there and at times he is still there. Semper Fi

This is my 2nd time watching, & once again I can't stop my tears. I was an Air Force Nurse at Tachikawa AFB, Japan & took care of Marines from Khe Sanh. I approached one asking if he'd like something for pain, & his response was multiplied 24 more times as I approached them all - "no mamm, go take care of my buddy".Marines, they have my heart & respectfully say, you are the best!! PS; I went back to 1st one saying none of your buddies want this as I took the rubber tip off the demerol needle, at which he said,"yes mamm". I went to every one of 24 & gave them a relief shot in the butt. Love you Marines.

Uncle Bill was a combat vet from the jungle war. A draftee who went, served and somehow returned. For the next 55 years, 3 marriages and some solo time, he went to bed in the evening but woke up on the floor in a corner with a blanket, every night.. He worked for a local electric company 35 years, retired and died from Agent Orange caused illnesses. He was funny and was very lucky at games and cards. He is missed every day. RIP Uncle Bill.

The hardest part of Vietnam for me was coming home. I was a combat 0311 marine rifleman and experienced some horrible times in Vietnam, but coming home ripped my heart out of my chest.

This man served in Vietnam after graduating from college. God Bless Him!

My father was a Nam vet. He never really recovered. What that war did to him it did to many others. Yet he never regretted his service and loved his country till the day he died.

I was at Khe Sanh, also on hill 881South with Captain Dabney's India Company 3d Bn. 26th Marines. On January 20th 1968, I was India company's point man on the approach to Hill 881North. We encountered a couple of THOUSAND NVA soldiers in prepared positions that day. After an all day fight we fell back to our fixed positions on Hill 881 South. Since there was not going to be any more patrols for a while Captain Dabney sent me, and my partner, another Scout Sniper back to the combat base. Where we sweated out the daily artillery, and probing attack's until the end of my tour in late March. My 12 month/ 20 day tour of duty came to an end I rotated back to the WORLD, before the siege end. When I returned to America I had two Purple Heart Medals, a fist full of Presidential Unit Citations, and several campaign medals for action in a country that no longer exist. I was faced by a population that hated me, and a Government that was ashamed of me. Yeah "My Fellow Americans" hated me for serving when it was my turn to serve. Hollywood was capitalizing on the war with garbage like Apocalypses Now, Rambo, Full Metal Jacket, and lots of other crap. The American people Characterized the Vietnam vet as a wild eyed, blood thirsty, dope addicted, murderer. So I withdrew from their world. I have never forgotten, nor will never forgive the people of this country for the treatment we BABY KILLERS received upon our return to the World. THANK YOU MY FELLOW AMERICANS! The men of my family have worn the Marine/Army uniform in every war for over 100 years. The most recent addition is my youngest son. He did two tours in Iraq first as a Marine during the initial invasion, then later as National Guard M.P. Securing the Al Asad Airbase near Baghdad. Thank God he did not have to face the same garbage I did. At least no one was calling him a baby killer.

My late brother was a Marine at Khe Sanh. He was with Bravo Co. 1st Bn 26th Marine Rgt. His company was quite near the main ammo dump when it was hit. Many of his buddies were part of The Ghost Patrol that walked into an ambush and suffered heavy losses and wounded. He himself went out on patrol later was hit by mortar shrapnel in the legs and was med-evaced out. He was haunted for years by what he experienced and drank heavily. Forty years after, he was diagnosed with cancer, from exposure to Agent Orange. In 2009, I went with him to Denver, his last reunion with the Khe Sanh Veterans and met some of the guys he fought with in 1968. Sixteen months later, he died from the cancer he Brough back with him. He died on November 10th, 2010, the birthday of his beloved Marine Corp. He may have survived that terrible time, but it still killed him 42 yrs later.

Dennis Franz is the best!

My Mum & Dad had 6 years of hell, it was called WW2. Dad was off fighting with the British 6th Airborne Division, Mum, was just trying to live & survive the Blitz. The Blitz didn't just flatten parts of London, but half of Portsmouth, Plymouth & other places. Even Mum's home village was Bombed, as it was near Farnborough Airfield, where most of our research flying was done. Mum lost friends, Dad lost friends, but they survived, met & married after the war, had children, I , am honoured to be one

From my high school graduating class, I not sure how many served. Twenty are on the wall. I can’t visit the war memorial in the city park, because I sit and cry, and remember each name as a face, a voice, a laugh.

At 73, the ONLY actor that has consistently moved me to tears, is Dennis Franz, on NYPD Blue! Thank You, Dennis! And welcome home!

Always respected Mr. Franz, as an actor. But he has reached another level of respect for his service. I would like to run into him, one day, and offer to buy him dinner, just to sit and talk. P.S. Add in Gary Sinise. It would be an honor to share some time with these gentlemen.

Thank you Dennis. Very well done. We are losing to many vets every day because they can’t or won’t get the help they need. 😢🇺🇸🙏

This is very powerful my dad is a vietnam combat vet and i never understand why he was the way he was i honestly at times thought he was just acting that way for no reason but now that i know what he was dealing with i understand and thankfully he is still around and i had the chance to apologize to him thank him for what he did and let him know i love and respect him

" uncommon valor was a common virtue".... Semper Fi, Brother Marines, and to all who served. GOD bless this great Nation.