But that's not an easy call. Oh I tried, sometimes both directions at the same time.
During the years I completed my degree at the U of Minnesota I wore boots and fatigue shirt most every day. Still in uniform I guess. Couldn't leave it alone. Dreamt about being in the Army and not being able to get out nearly every night. What happened in Vietnam, the ambushes and the killing, never came to visit. Being drafted over and over and ending up in Vietnam was a common theme. As I recall, I did three incomplete tours, never a full one. Yup, that's my story. A victim of my times and myself.
Maybe that's the story of Vietnam. A conflicted conflict. It was an evil little war in which most of the participants went with good, or at least neutral intentions. Those of us at the bottom didn't know what was going on beyond that we weren't having much fun, didn't want to die and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Don't know if the boys at the top had a clue either.
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