Aloniab Sirak, Staff Writer
Saigon. Man. I’m still only in Saigon. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the jungle. When I was home after my first tour it was worse. I’d wake up and there’d be nothing. I hardly said a word to my wife until I said yes to a divorce. When I was here, I wanted to be there; when I was there, all I could think about was getting back in the jungle. I’m here a week now, waiting for a mission, getting softer. Every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and each time I look around, the walls move in a little tighter.
