I was talking with a Viet Nam combat veteran on Saturday. We were watching a football game together here in Florida. He started telling me about his experience in detail. 1967-69. It was like he was describing the hell tucked deep into his soul that he dare not touch very often. I’m not repeating it. It was most certainly hell. Sometimes the hardest part about combat is being the one who survived.
So, yeah. Thanks. It’s not really enough.