@immatthewj , @bdp24, I had a coworker back in the '70s who was a medic in Nam. He was a stoner back then and couldn't shake the habit (I don't blame him one bit). He said it was so f*cked up and hopeless that you had basically three groups to be in: the stoners, the drunks and the straights.
After a fierce firefight you could smell the opium that the Cong smoked along with the cordite as they waited for the Americans to come stumbling by. They were into war about the same as the Americans. All they'd find is spent ammo, pipes and paraphernalia along with tunnels no one wanted to go down into.
They'd be high as a kite watching lead tanks hit land mines as rockets passed by overhead, enjoying the show as best they could. When his second tour came up he had the option of transferring to France so he hopped on that one and buggered out. The worst thing he saw in France was a young couple making love on a tombstone during a hot summer night who picked up Mustard Gas poisoning that was still there from WWI. They almost died from it. I had a grandfather who survived that but not in one piece. My mom remembers holding his outstretched hands only to have a complete layer of skin from his forearms down to his hands come off in her hands.
War sucks big time. You'd think we'd get that into our thick, stupid heads.
All the best,
Nonoise

