Excellent article. I was in Vietnam, in the shit. Sometimes I think it was the most alive, exhilarating time of my 67 year old life. Most of life is a series of charades, but it is very different when you are playing for keeps. When asked if I killed anyone, I always say: maybe. Anyone crass enough to ask that question doesn’t deserve a better answer. As for coming home, we used to say: you can take the boy out of the jungle, but you can’t ever take the jungle out of the boy. In a way, I’m still that boy in that jungle. I don’t think you can ever really come home, because the you that went isn’t the you that returns. mce