A little about myself. Not the best family life; barely got out of high school. No college calling me . . . so what to do? Join the Marines, visit hot, mosquito-ridden islands and shoot people. Guess what? They shoot back. … Because of my wounds and a stint in the hospital I was told my service was no longer needed. I lost my family once again. The guilt I was feeling was overwhelming. You may leave Vietnam, but Vietnam doesn’t leave you.