I think the best part of being a part of the Google Plus family is the interaction I have with our veterans. Not only are they great to talk to but now and then, they talk to one another, and their world opens up just enough for us to have a little peek. That’s the case with the following conversation between two Vietnam vets. Albeit short–only one comment each–it speaks volumes. It may seem arbitrary being that we don’t know the topic of what brought them to this dialog but with this one in particular, it shouldn’t matter. I have permission from both men to share this here and I’ve given my word to withhold their names. I have other conversations that I’ll be sharing in the future. Thank you for giving your time to read this. And the two veterans who donated their conversation to us, thank you. I love you guys!
Sometimes I wonder was it all worth it… I don’t know any more, but I know it was the right thing to do. My time was finished in late 67, but it’s still not over.
The empty suits you had to deal with, f*** ’em, like you said, you weren’t there for them. We never were… except in the most distant of meanings.
Some forget, some never can.
I deal every f***ing night with the dreams, guilt, loss…I am lucky to catch 3 hours before waking soaked from head to toe, head splitting and flashbacks to walk off. I see these civilians running the show and I just want to take them apart. I know I was there for the fallen, and shall be again because that is what you do. Not for some myth imaginary friend, but for the soldier who gave all, even if it took years to catch up. I did my run from 67-71 and went rogue after that for coin but that doesn’t take me away from my duty to the fallen..