After years of going around in the same circle only to wind up back where I started, I decided enough was enough. In May of '98 I joined in for group therapy. Just a group of Vets who didn't know each other from shit, but all having the same basic problem. Vietnam. Then and now. It was all the same. We served in different branches of the service, we served in different areas, we all fought our own personal wars in Vietnam and we all were still fighting it. One of the "group" sketched this during session one Thrusday while I was on one of my tangents and basically tied up the whole session. Give credit where credit is due. The artist's name is Doug Odom, and unfortunately is a very good artist. He gave the sketch to me as we were leaving. I thanked him for it and then took a closer look. My first thought was "Damn, just another worn out grunt. The lights are on but nobody's home." Now, not only do I feel like an old man, I'm beginning to look like one, too.
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