• I don’t want to be here, I thought to myself while the cold wet dirt splashed my face from a nearby mortar explosion. Our President doesn’t know what he’s doing and we’re fighting someone else’s war. The people will mock and spit on us when we go home, blaming us the soldiers for all the horrible deaths here in Vietnam. I don’t even want to be here no one does. When I go home, if I go home people will ask me, “Why did you do it”. I won’t say for my country or for my leader’s orders, I’ll say “for the other soldiers lying in the dirt afraid of what horrors await them, cause they didn’t want to be there either”.