"Chief, I can't hold it! Get up here and hold the co-pilot off the controls!" I made my way forward, over the load of ammunitions to stand on the heaving deck behind the co-pilot. I saw the shattered windshield of the lower bubble where the rounds had come crashing their way into our world. Blood was spurting from the co-pilots neck. He was kicking, his body jerking violently, his feet beating upon the tail-rotor control petals! The ship was going around in a circle ... the main rotor was in the trees!
This book, "The Vietnam Horizon" relates to only a few of my experiences as well as to the emotions the experiences caused during my time in Vietnam. The happenings were real - but, somehow the dreams associated with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder', are at time, even worse.
I came home, relieved to finally be done with that mess ... but now, and for the rest of my life I will be fighting another war, the war within my mind. Each day that follows a bad night, I try to find the answers - but they don't come. Throughout the years, I remain sane because I do realize the dreams, they belong to my wounded soul ... they make me relive the worst of my experiences - over and over again, but I have come to accept the dreams as something I must endure for having participated in a war where only the 'Saints of Evil' could have been the winner.
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