How Could You Get Mad At Someone

He Ran As He'd Never Run Before, With Neither Hope Nor Despair. He Ran Because The World Was Divided Into Opposites And His Side Had Already Been Chosen For Him, His Only Choice Being Whether Or Not To Play His Part With Heart And Courage. He Ran Because Fate Had Placed Him In A Position Of Responsibility And He Had Accepted The Burden. He Ran Because His Self-respect Required It. He Ran Because He Loved His Friends And This Was The Only Thing He Could Do To End The Madness That Was Killing And Maiming Them.

In The Military I Could Exercise The Power Of Being Automatically Respected Because Of The Medals On My Chest, Not Because I Had Done Anything Right At The Moment To Earn That Respect. This Is Pretty Nice. It's Also A Psychological Trap That Can Stop One's Growth And Allow One To Get Away With Just Plain Bad Behavior.

He Lay Before God As A Woman Opens Herself To A Man, With Legs Apart, Stomach Exposed, Arms Open. But Unlike Some Women, He Did Not Have The Inner Strength That Allowed Them To Do Such A Thing Without Fear. There Was No Woman’s Strength In Mellas At All.

This Nation Should Be Less Worried About Putting The Vietnam Syndrome Behind Us Than Restarting The World War Ii Victory Syndrome That Resulted In The Vietnam Syndrome In The First Place.

When I First Got Back From The War, I Said, 'i'm Gonna Write The Great American Novel About The Vietnam War.' So I Sat Down And Wrote 1,700 Pages Of Sheer Psychotherapy Drivel. It Was First Person, And There Would Be Pages About Wet Socks And Cold Feet.