A Letter to Vietnam
by George Evans
During Vietnam, --which we say because the name signifies more than a place, it is an epoch, a paradigm, a memory, a mistake-- during Vietnam, things were the same as they are now for those who are young and poor.
We were standing around. There was no work, it was the beginning of our times as men, we were looking to prove ourselves, or looking for a way out. Some were patriots, and many were the sons of men who had gone to another war and come back admired. I don't remember any mercenaries. We were crossing thresholds, starting to lie to ourselves about things, and because we were there and ambitious or desperate, when they passed out weapons, we took them. We didn't understand the disordered nature of the universe, so disordered humans must try to arrange it, and if they get you young enough, you will help. I'm grieved but not guilty. Sad but not ashamed.
That does not mean I lack compassion. It does not mean I sleep at night, or don't sweat at night. It does not mean it is easy to live.