He Lay Before God As A Woman

For Every Veteran Who Goes Through A Divorce, A Wife Goes Through One, Too. For Every Veteran Alone In The Basement, There Is A Wife Upstairs, Bewildered, Isolated And In Despair From The Dark Clouds Of War That Hangs Over Family Life.

He Ran As He'd Never Run Before, With Neither Hope Nor Despair. He Ran Because The World Was Divided Into Opposites And His Side Had Already Been Chosen For Him, His Only Choice Being Whether Or Not To Play His Part With Heart And Courage. He Ran Because Fate Had Placed Him In A Position Of Responsibility And He Had Accepted The Burden. He Ran Because His Self-respect Required It. He Ran Because He Loved His Friends And This Was The Only Thing He Could Do To End The Madness That Was Killing And Maiming Them.

Victory In Combat Is Like Sex With A Prostitute. For A Moment You Forget Everything In The Sudden Physical Rush, But Then You Have To Pay Your Money To The Woman Showing You The Door. You See The Dirt On The Walls And Your Sorry Image In The Mirror.

I Was Given The Ability To Create Stories And Characters. That's My Part Of The Long Chain Of Writers, Publishers, Agents, Booksellers, Librarians, And A Host Of Others Who Eventually Deliver Literature To The World. I Want To Do For Others What Eudora Welty Did For Me.

I Mean, If You're Proud Of What You've Done When You've Served In The Military, Well Then We Call That Bragging. And If You Are Unhappy About What Happened, We Call That Complaining. And So What Are You Going To Do?