This is my father, Harmon Lee Hopson Jr. Born in a log cabin to an abusive father and a mother who made due, his life was coated in foreshadowing in from the start. He was drafted into the Vietnam War in August of 1967 when he was 19-years-old, leaving his new bride behind in the States. He attended Radio Relay and Carrier Operator School at the USA Southeastern School. He was a Radio Controlman and served as a Mechanic and Power Plant Operator while on tour. First he was a Private but but grew in rank until becoming a Specialist-4. On two instances, his shelters were bombed while he slept-both times he made it out unharmed, for which he gave thanks to being thin enough to fit under his bed, allowing the roof to fall onto it instead.While in Vietnam, Harmon served in 6 of the locations known to be most heavily sprayed with Agent Orange. He kept a journal the whole time he was in the war zone and in it is recorded learning that his wife, Brenda was pregnant with their first child. He was elated. My sister, Angela would be born the following November. For his valiant, dedicated and courageous service during the tumultuous Vietnam War, was awarded the National Defense Service Medal, the Vietnam Service Medal, the Vietnam Campaign Medal with Device and three Bronze Service Stars and released with Honorable Discharge on August 14, 1973. Over the course of three relationships, five kids, and 44 years the Agent Orange slowly developed into cancer. No Veterans benefits, no medical card. Forced to retire from coal mining, he still pay out of pocket for treatments. He was as calm and brave during the battle with cancer as he was in War. He often spoke of how the Vietnam veterans were treated like dogs when they returned home, with no parade and nobody happy to see them, rather upset they had gone in the first place. It bothered him a lot. For his sacrifice, however, he was posthumously rewarded with a bridge named after him in his honor. He would've loved that. This man is my life, even with him gone. He is who bought me my first diary and taught me how to keep it and he is who got me started doing genealogy when I was only 7 and also taught me how (at Mount Gay, West Virginia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1U-2EbnU88/?igshid=yuhb1irbobxn