Excerpts From a Dream Journal

Medic at rest, 1/7 aid station, Phuc Vinh, Vietnam, 1970.

The war, I’m told, with its white-tailed rockets and hard crack ricochets; the war, with its thumping whirl of trembling choppers; the war, with its shirtless gun crews manning steel- wheeled cannons; the war, with its fine plumed shells cutting silver arcs through infinite sky; the war, with its lumbering tanks and sun bleached bunkers; […]