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summer rain...
in his hands,
the entrails of a friend
Soldiers grow close to those they fight alongside with.
They do everything
together. A bond is formed only another soldier who’s been in battle
can understand. Pretences are jettisoned. A person’s fears and eccentricities
exposed. I will never forget those I served with during the Vietnam War.
They were my friends. People I entrusted my life with. Many soldiers died
horrific deaths. Sights surpassing anything seen in a horror movie. Many
of those who fought in the Vietnam War are haunted today by what they
saw and experienced. Writing this series helps me to exorcise these ghosts.
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