<p>Not every Vietnam combat victim came home in a body bag. My brother came home in an airliner.&nbsp;Nonetheless, a victim.</p><p><br></p><p>After college and landing his ideal job, reality gut-punched him when his focus was elsewhere.&nbsp;"The Letter." Report for a physical and induction. My big brother was suddenly weeks away from being off to the uncertain. Basic Training, technical school, then he boarded a ride to Southeast Asia. Ostensibly, Thailand, but we knew better.</p><p><br></p><p>Assigned to the agile and scrappy, Mobile Riverine Force, Richard started his tour as a mechanic. Then, as personnel fell away, he took on different roles, culminating as boat captain.</p><p><br></p><p>After his tour the homecoming was upon us, but not really. Vietnam was behind him, but not really. Each day was a struggle and each night brought troubled sleep. Richard thought he was alone with these things, but not really.</p><p><br></p><p>Not released until after his passing, this little book is like no other.&nbsp;Brutally personal, disturbingly graphic at times, the reader will be changed. This story is my brother's way of saying to all veterans, "Brother, you are not alone."</p><p><br></p>