Revised and amended - Highway One – Vietnam War is a short story about the convoys that risked the daily ambushes by the enemy hidden alongside the roads in Vietnam. The art of tactical transportation was never designed for guerilla warfare where there were not front lines and not rear lines. This was the first non-linear war the United States fought in such numbers and transportation was about to take a metaphoric change that adapted to the enemy’s will to inflict damage to the essential chain of supplies and equipment for our troops. The infantry units had already moved inland and were setting up base camps. A complex convoy protective system was activated in Vietnam. Its mission was to provide all the expertise and equipment needed to clear the various ports of cargo and move it along to inland destinations. That mission soon overwhelmed the command's assets and capabilities, in addition, individual support commands received tactical truck units as they arrived in Vietnam so that they could carry out their missions more effectively. This is a short story of an experience I shared while assigned as a convoy medic with the 23rd Americal Division in the I& II Corps northern provinces of South Vietnam. Ambushes were the most common type of attack in this war. This book outlines the method of counteracting ambushes and formations, ideologies and reasons for such methods as Vietnam had no front lines, rear lines and was a non-linear battle 24/7. The second part of the book deals with ghosts and ambushes - the rationale, the preventive methods implemented and formations used to avoid trapped situations. In the end, this book is and always will be another influence to what is considered to be my personal PTSD recovery cycle of the war. It is a collection of thoughts, experiences, nightmares as well as the reflections of many great and brave comrades that I will never forget. This book is far from perfect, as I minimized names on purpose, generalized incidents and dealt only with the realities and not the political opinions of such matters. That is covered in my other books, however, there is one chapter, titled “The Vulnerabilities of a Medic†that covers my mentality, my status as a combat medic being in a conflict and being 19 years old. I refer to child soldiers because many of us who fought there weren’t even old enough to vote. I also cover the fact that as a medic, we were often handed the responsibilities of treating the enemy who was at times, mere children themselves and aged between 12 and 15, contrary to international law but as we learned quickly, the enemy broke all the rules of engagement in this war. The realities, atrocities, and the happenings don’t deserve names out of respect for the fallen. That is something I have been dealing with privately – there are few identities or explanations. I chose to leave the past be as I struggle with its ongoing images inside my head triggered by sounds only unique to those of war.