We were thrown into a meat grinder back in '67, and by '68, we were veteran combat Marines. Khe Sanh and Hue were our training grounds. It was hard-fought, and we were wounded literally as well as mentally, but we continued to persevere. Marines do that. Upon return to the States, we were maligned--cursed. We brought back anger and contempt for our citizens as well. PTSD was unknown at the time, and many chose to flee rather than deal with this unknown. This was my way of dealing with the trauma that still lingers today. My adventures on the road were therapeutic, sometimes dangerous, but always immersive to the senses and the conscience to battle that which we brought home from Vietnam. I hope you can relate to some of my experiences. I'm sure some can. For those who were not there, be glad you missed the chaos. Still, you'll find your own form of therapy as life continues. These stories are mine.