Hi Jim.
Very strong and descriptive words, which stand side by side with your amazing artwork. Brilliant diorama and very powerful too.
Thank you so much Aya, if only words could truly express the sudden reality of a young man's experiences
when just with a plane flight can be plunged into a hostile and deadly alien world where everything he
has known and loved is as if it has never existed and might never exist for him again.
This reality is immediate and shocking to the very core, the awful smells of destruction and death
hit you like a sledgehammer before you even finish walking down the gang plank (as it was called).
No more sympathy, no more love, no more coddling, no rest. Only rushing headlong into the abyss
of the unknown which for an 18 year old could be enough to break him before he even got anywhere
near a 'hot zone'. They cried like babies, they called for Mama, and kept repeating almost robotically
"I wanna go home-I wanna go home" The only thing to do with such cases sad to say is to kick the
shit out of them. Heartbreaking to have had to do this but it was the only way to get their minds right
because no matter how much they moaned and wailed.......they were NOT going home to Mama and
if they did not "get right" fast they went home to Mama alright......but in a box!
I wish I had more time at the moment to elaborate a bit more but must be off
just keep in mind what our real combat vets have been through and for many (too many) who
must re-live the persistent nightmares they are still going through and
realize that PTSD is just as real "shell shock" and "battle fatigue" was in wars gone by.
And just think, our young lad hasn't even been near any real fighting yet, but he will be
and they all will be looking for a "Papa" or an "old man" to cling to....but they will be few and far between
Imagine being an "old man" at Twenty two
Jim.