I am like red. Just say thank-you for your time. (This is what my dad said one day. veitnam vet. There is no words to describe what happened and there is no words that can be said that takes the pain away, from seeing your friends or what was left of them blown to bits and left behind. People just dont understand - and you want to know why? Because they were not there. They did not see it. They did not taste it. They did not smell it. It cannot be recreated. It's just one of those things). that being said. My dad is one of those. He would prefer that no one said anything. Sometimes I would love to know what he saw when he was there and then other times I am kind of glad that warfare has changed and most of us will never see or experience what he did. Some of the shit head playstation and Xbox kids now adays, that rarely see the light of day, just could not handle it.