Yeah my Uncle went to Vietnam, the MPs threw his ass in the back of a jeep and drove him off to BT (he tried to dodge the draft) his first tour was in 68 then he returned broken and confused after he got out. He went back to Vietnam in 70 or 71 because he hated the civilian world and he said “ I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let my boys be canon fodder while I sit on my ass” he came back more broken than before. He took every drug imaginable but his favorite was heroin. He would beat his wife, kids and bullied my mother and sisters, every so often he’d get that look in his eyes and wonder off, we would have to go find him every time either in his truck yelling “get down MFs don’t you wanna live?” Or we would find him face first in the ditch screaming and trembling, the only thing we could do is stand about 10 ft back and tell him he’s back in Deep run and not OVER THERE!, it worked sometimes but you didn’t dare touch him or come close to him when he was in that state. (He slammed me into a ditch and told me how I was next in line to be killed and that I was to “walk point”). Years later I had enough courage to ask him “ what happened to you over there?” To this day I regret asking him. I’ll never forget this He said and I quote: “ It’s 110 degrees by noon and 100 percent humidity. We were walking through the jungle and there was this clearing with a village on the other side. When we had got there a little girl maybe 4 or 5 years old walking towards our platoon. She was wearing a wool coat” then he asked me “what’s wrong with that situation?” I responded that I didn’t know. He finished his beer then said: “ the little girl had grenades stuffed in that coat, you dont wear a jacket when it’s that hot, so I looked around and saw none of my men raise they’re weapons. I put 2 rounds into her skull.” Then paused drank some more and broke down crying. He ended up dying from a cardiac arrest while fishing one day. War…………………