I was just nineteen…


I was just nineteen…


15,000 day ago, he was a soldier. He learn the soldier’s minute, fight or die? kill or run?
Young man thought he was saving his world, he came home, was called a baby-killer at the airport, returning home.
He tried to hide his  ugly face, he show fake face to his world, rarely showing real face.  No-one want to listen to a crazed man.


The old man told me, I am alone. I don’t like no-one and I receive 100% disability from the Army.
He told me, I lost my youth to Vietnam, lost dear wife to bad dreams and anger outburst. I lost my buddies in the Asia dirt.


I tried to talk to him and he looked at me and he whispered to me. Too late to talk about it, too late to thank me for my service. I became what I am. No-one want to befriend a bastard, left behind and forgotten.


I left him be. I understand his story. My father waited forty years to receive a ribbon for the Korea war. He did appreciate. Today the Vietnam vets are showing their colors, maybe the “Thank you” is too late to have any meaning.


                         Dancing Coyote