Mick, you paint a fine picture, well done. I'm glad to see you finally came home whole. My brother came home but I never got him back, I lost a good deal of my childhood friends & those that did get home, like my brother, didn't really come back & a good percentage of those died silently in a gutter or an alley with a needle or a gun in hand & as an unsung hero. I never went Mick, I was fighting my own war, I was one of the last of the 4F's, (I don't feel at all guilty, those that spent time in hell will have their peace) they took one look at me & determined I'd be a foul influence with any that I served with. By that time I'd already served 2 prision sentences & was a junkie by 15, so when my chums came back we had all fought some sort of war, some here & some there & we could bury our cares & ourselves, together, around the same cooker & syringe. When you & others left for Nam the soul of a nation was torn & you can't divide a country's youth without the terrible backlash that came along with this split. So, some may have called you babykiller Mick but I really believe it was misdirected anger felt from the gross loss of life, love, loved ones & the total neglect of human worth on the part of those that sent you & divided us. Thirty years later many are still a long way from home, hopefully we'll never have to see any other kids walk those same long & terrible roads to hell, home is where we should all be. To your health & heart Mick. Barry