This Nation Should Be Less Worried About

The Time For Debilitating Fear Is Before And After The Mission.

For Every Veteran Who Goes Through A Divorce, A Wife Goes Through One, Too. For Every Veteran Alone In The Basement, There Is A Wife Upstairs, Bewildered, Isolated And In Despair From The Dark Clouds Of War That Hangs Over Family Life.

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.

He Thought Of The Jungle, Already Regrowing Around Him To Cover The Scars They Had Created. He Thought Of The Tiger, Killing To Eat. Was That Evil? And Ants? They Killed. No, The Jungle Wasn’t Evil. It Was Indifferent. So, Too, Was The World. Evil, Then, Must Be The Negation Of Something Man Had Added To The World. Ultimately, It Was Caring About Something That Made The World Liable To Evil. Caring. And Then The Caring Gets Torn Asunder. Everybody Dies, But Not Everybody Cares.

Victory In Combat Is Like Sex With A Prostitute. For A Moment You Forget Everything In The Sudden Physical Rush, But Then You Have To Pay Your Money To The Woman Showing You The Door. You See The Dirt On The Walls And Your Sorry Image In The Mirror.