I read the below article in Sports Illustrated back in July of 2001. Bob Kalsu is a hero to me. There is a time when the team a person plays for or where they live is of no importance whatsoever. This is one of them, in my opinion.
Here is a paragraph from the article and below is the link. As a former Army Infantryman I would follow this man to battle any day of the week and ten times on Sunday.
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While in Vietnam, Kalsu rarely talked about his gridiron adventures. Word had gotten around the firebase that he had played for the Bills, but he would shrug off any mention of it. "Yeah, I play football," he would say. What he talked about—incessantly—was his young family back home. Jan knew her husband was somewhere "on a mountaintop" in Vietnam, but she had no idea what he had been through.
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Here is a paragraph from the article and below is the link. As a former Army Infantryman I would follow this man to battle any day of the week and ten times on Sunday.
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While in Vietnam, Kalsu rarely talked about his gridiron adventures. Word had gotten around the firebase that he had played for the Bills, but he would shrug off any mention of it. "Yeah, I play football," he would say. What he talked about—incessantly—was his young family back home. Jan knew her husband was somewhere "on a mountaintop" in Vietnam, but she had no idea what he had been through.
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The Link