Those days I don't want to remember. One thing that sticks, came home for a Christmas leave. Spent it in the hospital with double pneumonia. Never seemed to get any breaks, none of us did. My best friend spent 13 months in Nam, got married when he came back. Died in a car wreck a few months later. I was gone and missed his funeral. I have been to his grave in the Ft. Scott cemetery a couple times. Much of my time is a blur. I like it better that way. The day I got out, I threw all my gear in a dumpster on the way out and hitchhiked home. Decided to forget those years. Most people don't even know about me being there. I never mention it. Don't belong to any veterans groups. Don't go to the VA.