You never knew what those clouds could do or what they could bring. The one I jumped on took me all the way to the other side of the world in March of 1968. I landed in the middle of the beginning of my first Chinese New Year and the Tet Offensive. The next two years was my transformation from that schoolboy to the reality of the adult world. Vietnam is a beautiful country and Saigon was once known as "The Paris of the Orient". Hard working, friendly people that had only known war from the oldest to the youngest.
That Nimbus cloud lingered overhead for another two years until April 1970 when that air transport broke through the clouds upper layer with me on board. There were no souveniers in my duffle, I had enough deep inside me. I was 21 and I prayed that I would never ride another Nimbus cloud for the rest of my life.
