Three things stand out in my childhood memory, and I have no photos of any of them:
1.) My uncle, what had been at Da Nang in 65, gave me a pair of genuine ARVN tiger stripe pants. They even fit me! Wore them for paintball in my high school years. No idea what happened to them.
2.) My neighbor, who was like a surrogate dad to me in those adolescent years when every teen boy's dad is a moron, had served in Vietnam aboard a diesel sub gave me an inflatable life preserver, but it didn't work because it used a non standard size CO2 cartridge (in other words, not the 12 gram Crosman bb gun cartridge) and we could never find the right one. No idea what happened to it.
3.) Same neighbor had an entire officer's mess kitchen kit in a trunk. Service for 8. I used some of the pieces on Boy Scout campouts, but I distinctly recall all of that going to the scrap metal dismantlers as dirty aluminum for 8¢ per pound.
Good memories.