Don't ask me what happened, when I left Viet Nam, we were winning.

ALLEN W. JOHNSON - DRSS

Into my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

A. E. Housman

There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t.
– John Green, author