I didn’t shed my war experiences when I got off that plane from Vietnam, or when I was discharged from Fort Leonard Wood and came back to civilian life. Vietnam stayed with me, and it took me to some dark and twisted places even once I returned to Chicago. The simple fact of it was, I was really fucked up. Everybody that came out of the service and out of that war was fucked up. We were in flagrant denial about that fact. We acted like everything was all right just because we were walking around with all our body parts, just because we weren’t alcoholics or sleeping on the street or acting like raving psychopaths. But we were all fucked up.
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