THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL IN VIETNAM: COMBAT, CHAOS, AND PTSD

How could I explain the things I saw? The feats of endurance, strength, and skill are the kind you don’t see in the movies. King Kong and Indiana Jones had nothing on us. What was more daring than slipping into the enemy’s belly to pull out a captured officer? No monster could match the two hundred men hunting us for days. No terror greater than when the body parts of men I knew flew at me.

And yet, the publisher asked, “How do we classify this memoir?” I didn’t know. I still don’t know. No genre could explain what happened to us, those who made it back, and those who didn’t. We returned from that jungle as strange to our homes as we had been to the places we lived.

Writing Vietnam Uncensored — 365 Days in a Nightmare brought it all back. Every day, every hour, every second felt like trauma on a loop. It was a curse. They called it PTSD, but there’s no escaping it. You can’t outrun it, you can’t train it out of you, you can’t medicate it away, and you sure as hell can’t outlive it. It stays with you, following you like a shadow.

The book tells the truth — the kind the politicians didn’t want to hear. The war was a mess of lies, corruption, and pointless violence. But we survived. We did what we had to do to make it through. And if it wasn’t for us, who knows who would’ve made it out alive?

The reviews are good. People are reading. But the real reason I wrote it? The proceeds go to the Kaufman Fund to help veterans, and that’s what matters now. Buy your copy on Amazon or at https://vietnamjerry.com