"It was the summer of my youth when I arrived in Vietnam. I already heard of the many boys who have lost their lives fighting in the humid jungles that smelled of decay and devastation. Phil and Scotty who came earlier have told me of the horrors of war that they have witnessed and that remain as nightmares in their sleep. We discussed whether this was a war worth fighting for or just a just a waste of human lives. All that I was certain of is that we were no longer boys but men making sense of our destiny."
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Very nice. Peace, man.
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