grew up in the Leave It to Beaver '50s and woke up in the Jimi
Hendrix '60s. We meet Clayton, AWOL and handcuffed, in a military
air terminal in the Philippine Islands. He left Vietnam on R&R,
plagued by recollections of TET, shrapnel, midnight watch, murder and
rape. He went out to get drunk, stay drunk, do drunken things and to
blame it all on the drunkenness.
He has a weeping wound on his side. he has visions of Jesus hanging
on the cross above him. He remembers Tiwala, a mysterious girl, and
he assesses his surroundings, his circumstances, and the events that led to
his present situation. War does not end when the bullets stop, he
realizes, and it's not the Cong that kill you. It's not the shrapnel
or bullets or napalm that kill you. War kills you, and it doesn't
even know you.
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