Do you remember writing two letters home? One would be to your Dad, telling him just what was really going on in Vietnam, about the incoming, what it did, and how scared you were. Then the one you wrote to Mom and your sister always said that everythig was okay, and that the weather was just great, when you could barely lift your feet up because you were so damned tired, and you had this damned red clay stuck to your boots from the rain. |
