These reflections were all written during a period of healing and remembrance. Unfortunately, many years passed, two wives came and went, and too many jobs to count before I was able to admit that Vietnam was part of my life. Until 1989, I told no one, including wife #1 that I was a Vietnam Veteran.
Then, in the summer of 1989, all the pieces started falling apart. I stumbled onto a VA contract counselor; and, a year later, he recommended I admit myself to a VA Facility. I spent from April 1990 until May 1991 in "Club VA" and gained some knowledge about how to put the pieces of my life back together.
Today, it is much easier for me to say "I am proud to be a Vietnam Veteran." My one regret is that I have never located the medic that saved my life on September 14, 1968.