I spent two years in the army and one year in combat in the delta area of Vietnam, carrying a machine gun in "Juliet Recon." Follow my platoon and I as I relate our various exploits in the morass of rice paddies and jungle in the southern delta area of the country. Experience the combat, the camaraderie and caring we all experienced, as well as the sickening realization that we could not possibly win the war as we were forced to fight it in those days. We could not really help a country and a people we had come to care for, regardless of how we tried. Follow me back home as I serve the remaining five months of my two-year sentence, training young men for the war machine, knowing that they too, could do nothing to stop the inexorable march into eventual defeat. I detail the problems I ran into readjusting to civilian life and of eventually contracting throat cancer that has been tied to the Agent Orange sprayed all over our area of of operations. I discuss my life as my health deteriorates, and then my eventual learning to deal with my disabilities. I delve deeply into the mind of a man both mentally and physically scarred by a war not of his choosing and the eventual redemption of my life through writing about it. Will I live long enough to tell all the stories engraved into my mind by combat that was both misguided and ineffectual?