I don't blame you a bit for how you feel. Your experiences may have been far more horrific than mine and you brought them home with you.
I suffered from what is widely known these days as PTSD for a good ten years after my return. My flash point was low and I literally saw red when someone crossed me. I did a lot of harm to many people until I realized I was going nowhere and slowly killing myself, not to mention jeopardizing my marriage to the greatest woman who has ever lived.
I have never gotten over it, but I have managed to bury it deep enough it doesn't affect my life or those around me. Let's face it, we were interlopers in their country. We were there under false premises conjured up by our politicians and corporate leaders. It was the ultimate military/industrial complex mindfuck of all time.
I no longer have hard feelings towards the Vietnamese. That may only a surface aberration, but it gets me by from day to day.
WHAT? You mean they lied to us? Say it ain't so...
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Fucking McNamara. I too had a difficult time "readjusting" for several years. I drank (and did other things) to help me forget...to help me come to terms with some of the things I did over there, and to help me through the "rough days/nights," but of course, it doesn't really help...
I don't "HATE" the Vietnamese...and haven't tried to kill one for several days...maybe a couple of weeks.
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Nope, most of the Vietnamese people here in the US are good people, with (like any group) a few assholes thrown in the mix.
Did I have "horrific experiences" while there? Hell yes. It was combat, and I was in the thick of things for nearly 2 years. I carried the body of my best friend out of the bush for three days...just so his mom would have something to bury. (he & I went to school together for several years, and I knew his family very well.)
I had many good friends killed in combat, saw the guy next to me turned into pink mist many times...while I was untouched...I took a piece of shrapnel in the knee once, got hit with a grazing bullet once. Neither was very serious, didn't require anything more than what the corpsman could do in the field, (although both required a visit to the field hospital when we got back to "civilization," and I turned down the Purple Heart for both.
All that being as it may be, I'd still go back and do it all over again if the circumstances were the same. I actually enjoyed MOST of my time there.
No, I was planning on roasting him for dinner.
Which is why I asked about the turkey...Looking for an alternative meat source...