The day wore on, my time spent playing with Julie, watching her sleep, and trying most unsuccessfully to write about what had happened to me in Vietnam. How to tell a story and have it accepted in a time when no such story was going to be received by anything other than derision, doubt, and dissension. I had no title for the work. Audie Murphy had already used the title ‘To Hell and Back,’ but it wouldn’t work for me even if it hadn’t been used. I was not fully back. The world as I knew it had changed so much in such a brief period of time that I couldn’t truly come to grips with it.

Mary was off with an overjoyed Bart Abrate doing what they both would be having a wonderful time doing, decorating an entire living area. The radiance I’d seen shine out from Abrate’s face when I told him we were going to the O’Club the following day had been something to witness. That the nice, but so very gay presenting man had no idea about the rather rough white water I was about to place him atop might take him over waterfalls he was in no way ready for. I had nothing against Colonel Fennessey, and in fact, found his apology to be the act of a classy intelligent leader. I’d invited Abrate to get furniture, a payment plan I could afford, and to send a lance of fire directly at Major Stewart. I was not about to forget his comment. That I could no longer call in a ‘battery of six’ made me feel powerless to deal with such death-deserving apes come down from the trees.

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