appeared. all throughout the country all year long. here is a look at some of the events we covered this week. >> monday we will be in cambridge massachusetts at the first paris church where the democracy host will discuss the latest book reimported the american dream and we will begin a raleigh north carolina for discussion on the history of business in america. thursday we aren't politics and prosat politicsand prose in was. where the historian olsson will talk about how london became a safe haven for the countries during world war ii. we've also be at the green

lights bookstore lisa peterson will share experiences teaching and carbonate incarcerated yout. is like the primary reason i wrote the book more people should know their stories, the incredible dedication, courage and sacrifice they made in the

war that few supported and even fewer think. thanks. in the get in vietnam they did everything their country asked of them that were more and i wanted to subscribe a picture of likeness wakened through the fire zones for weeks and months at a time before seeking an elusive enemy never knowing if someone is an enemy or friendly they didn't care if. it is out of the front line we are constantly left hungry and tired and the supply would never arrive on time and we have to ration of food, ammo and water. we never had any heat for the rations were our meals and he nevewenever have any dry socks. and i hate to say that every day was pretty much the same, up at the crack of dawn to the positions about 85 pounds of gear on our backs, the areas in

routes set up ambushes, stay up half the night on watch and there were many firefights in between. it is the life o wife of a rifln and come back. one is a third platoon and company and i would like to read a passage in my book about him. a shot ring out, they were seeking cover as a signal five or six open up on the far side of the draw. the bullets came in from the right of the head. they opened up in reply. a thin screen, the rain. i am hit, i'm hit. the familiar cry of things hitting the fan. take cover, i yelled.

this was what i dreaded. i'd sent off about 100 magazines toward the fire. i looked down hill and saw a body between two bushes with the legs sprawled out in the stream. rushing in short -- is to set up a defensive position on the plank. bullets ripped through the brush and cracked into the trees showering the bark. the leader collapsed next to me. i measured the distance around the impact. get fired on top of the ridge line. my radio man handed me the handset. put artillery on top and cover me, i yelled. i dodged down the bank. the wounded man laid in the

middle of the street. the machine guns began hammering away at the plank. bullets were moving around mimicking the impact of the raindrops. when i reached him from the favor having their faces smeared with mud. his chest was torn up and, air bubbles, blood coming from his mouth. he tried to say something but i couldn't make it out. he needed his chest sealed up quick. it wasn't an eight k. round arot was a sniper. crouching my shoulders to stay low, i healed up with my left it hand wrapped bandage around his torso to pass between his shoulders. as soon as the bandage was tied off i started pulling him out of the line of fire and in that moment it felt like a bulldozer hit my back knocking me down in the stream tearing off my

helmet, my rifle cartwheeled through the rain. i was thinking i will be doing a lot of paperwork for losing the eiffel. i realized i could move to scramble for cover. bullets were going all around. my back felt as if someone took a sledgehammer. my brain seemed to be functioning with full clarity. we were returning fire to the east but i was hit in the back. lieutenant, my radio man called up. i've been hit. tell the commander of the enemies to the north on the other ridge line. i shouted out new coordinates from the laminated map. fire everything we've got. not having moved when the bullets separated. i took a deep breath and let it out listening for the second one

that's been my lungs were pierced so blood was pouring out, the clearwater scarlet at this cold. i had to find cover but i didn't feel like moving. why not close my eyes and rest. then through the crack of incoming fire someone was thundering down the slope. someone had come after me. incredibly brave, incredibly risky. i yelled out let's go, let's go. no answer. my hand came back covered in blood. just lay there as the bullets hammered. we've got to get out of here.

i realized this now but i could save this. they were dragging it. he had been hit. it wasn't pretty. i pressed my mouth to his and began cpr. this marine was gone. why come after m me cometh a coe discipline didn't demand it and he wasn't even in my platoon. you came, he yelled t smeared in blood from head to toe. right next to me he was reloading with shaking hands and raindrops bubbling. we have a lot wounded.

when i look down at the units come in his eyes were open and seemed to be following me. that is the third platoon you better call in a chopper to get yourself taken care of. i looked around. they seemed to be speaking in a language i had forgotten that the wounded man began screaming

with the artillery and detonated along the press. smoke drifted but there was something else then i remembered move to contact the commander says moveout. i forced myself to my knees. the marine was still looking about me and waiting for answers. if they slapped my palm like vendors presenting a scalpel. i took a deep breath, couldn't puzzle things off now. no, corporal. consolidate the dead and wounded and follow the trace. we are going to try to get everyone out.

no marine gets left behind. in 2016 the oxford university press traveled to libraries around the world and ask librarians what was their favorite book. ..

>> beat. >> host: congressmen thank you ford joining us let's get to the heart of the book tell us why you decided to write a book phillip and interesting title "drain the am