Memoir of Jake D. Winston

My last night in 'Nam

This is it, It's my last night in Vietnam. I'll be heading home in the morning  they said. They said that two fucking weeks ago but this is supposed to be it, The news from home is we got our ass's handed to us by the VC. I'm kind of glad, But at the same time what life is there after this? The shit we've seen, Burned bodies. Dead mom's holding their babies. The humidity of the jungle, The stink of the gun powder. My dad when he came back from WW2 had nightmares and never talked about it but I see why now. If the Western Front was anything like this if not worse, I don't blame him. It's starting to rain, When it rains here...it pours. Papers gonna get too damp to write. Gonna have to put the writer away. 

Writing this in the morning, We're waiting on the ship out plane. they said we were allowed to smoke publicly. We're being left alone, and it's quiet. It's nice, the planes landing. This'll be my last writing in Vietnam. I'm glad, I'm finally going home.