Vietnam troubled me when classmates joined the morass. The news images troubled me nightly as I listened and watched the conflict unfold, grow, and change. Spouse and family members entered those dark days. Now, as my personal time winds down, I reflect on those years with short stories and a novel; with a poem.
Evacuation images change with aircraft utilized, change from rooftops to runways. Lives crushed, resurrected, different cultures, struggling for connections.