I reel back in pain as the memories begin to overtake me. They flood in like a raging typhoon and I can only see darkness. Through the dark, I see it. Yes. A great Light; I see a jungle, with soldiers clad in red, white and blue, charging against jungle dwellers, armed with napalm and machine guns. The Light begins to burn out the dark, and the image becomes clearer: I am one of the soldiers, I know no fear, no regret and no mercy. I begin to overcome the pain and rise. I know what I must do. I must finish what I started. I must return to Vietnam.