After years of going around in the same
        circle only to wind up back where I
        started, I decided enough was enough.    
           In May of '98 I joined in for group
        therapy.  Just a group of Vets who didn't
        know each other from shit, but all having
        the same basic problem.     
          Vietnam.  Then and now.  It was all
        the same.  We served in different
        branches of the service, we served in
        different areas, we all fought our own
        personal wars in Vietnam and we all
        were still fighting it.    
          One of the "group" sketched this
        during session one Thrusday while I was
        on one of my tangents and basically tied
        up the whole session.     
          Give credit where credit is due.  The
        artist's name is Doug Odom, and
        unfortunately is a very good artist.  He
        gave the sketch to me as we were
        leaving.    
          I thanked him for it and then took a
        closer look.  My first thought was
        "Damn, just another worn out grunt. 
        The lights are on but nobody's home."     
          Now, not only do I feel like an old
        man, I'm beginning to look like one,
        too.