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War Is
War has been the majority of my life. Enlisting when I was 17, and now here, with a 12 year Vietnamese boy looking up at me with pure hatred in his eyes. The boy held a knife in his right hand, poised to strike at my flesh and bone. I look at him with distraught in my eyes, not wanting to pull that trigger... Then click.
I think back to when this all started. It was back in 1966, when the draft cared was just in acted for the war in Vietnam, I was already enlisted that year from Reserve Officer Training Corps. So when i was sent to boot, I was one of the youngest in my company.
Story excerpt, sorry :). P.S. if you are of the faint of heart, might want to skip this one.
