Disparity; unreality.. There was the Nam, and there was the World.
That was a diffrent place.. abstract concepts like 'god and country' were something to shake your head and wonder about when you got a letter from home, or a new copy of Playboy.
Of the guys I served with in the field, I can remember some faces.. very few of the nicknames. None of the given names. As the guys you came over with went home in bags, you tended to not seek out new freindships..
Someone told me that we fought for each other, that; like all troops from all countries in all wars, God and Country was an abstract concept, that the guy in the foxhole next to you was 'god and country'.
Half right.. We were professionals; we did the job; and expected the guy next to you to do his well. And I fought to stay alive and go home. So did everyone else I knew.