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Click hereI had left a part of myself on a dirty little patch of earth seven thousand miles from home. Like so many other young American soldiers, that part of me is better left untouched. For so many years I clung to the memory that haunted my dreams. It took friendship and love to unleash the chains and allow me to realize it was time to forgive myself and forget the heartache I had witnessed. I am one of the truly fortunate, some have not yet found the key to be free of their self imposed torture. But as for me, I no longer walk alone.
Thank you all for reading my story. Please take a moment to remember what the young men of our country have sacrificed for you and me. Many will continue that sacrifice until they have taken their last breath. LYG
I didn't go to Nam, my draft number was 264. I did have friends come home in a box - sometimes worse than that. Thanks for the story - Dave
PS 5 stars
Liked it. Wont win a Nobel prize nor a Pulitzer but thats not the point. What it does is let all us vets reflect on a moment that means nothing to others and never will. The truth is in the poor grammar, wrong phraseology and bad language, all the emotional pain. PTSD woven into this tale & sticks out like dog's balls
Good story. My Dad served in Vietnam from October 65 to October 66 and my great-uncle from 66 to 67, he was KIA in 67. The only time I saw my dad at peace was the day he died. God Bless all that serve and their families. And God Bless all the heroes that never came home.