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"This memoir has been swirling around inside my head for forty-six years now. Even though I've told much of it to friends and family (it's not like I can't talk about it or am unwilling to go there), it seems like once I get started I'm never quite sure how far to go; how much to divulge; what layer to take it to-for my audience's comfort and/or my own. I mean some stuff is pretty doggone funny . . . to my way of thinking anyway. And other stuff-well-I'm talking about being in a war, and as rumor has it, for those who haven't witnessed it first hand, there's some nasty, gut wrenching shit that goes on in war. . . .

"Not a day has gone by during the past forty-six years that I haven't thought about that place over there-the Nam, as those of us who fought over there called it. Not Nam. Not Vietnam. The Nam. I'll hear that sound, the sound of a helicopter flying overhead, and whammo! There I am yelling at some whacked out door gunner who's perched menacingly at the opening on the side of the gunship hovering above me, firing his M-60 machine gun way too close to where I'm sitting inside the armored personnel carrier driver's compartment . . . ."