S REFLECTIONuer, a Vietnam veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.and I held Kenny down in the mud.Till the napalm burnt out and we could evacuate the area.Funkhouser got the bleeding stopped, we carried Kenny for seventeen hours.I Shakespeare said he i who has shed his blood with me this dayIs forever my brother.True then, true now, true later in the Black Granite Wall.Dead or alive Kenny was coming out with us.Didn't always work outthat way... Men's faces are faded, can't remember names, Eight pills a day... spend each day in dreams of dreams.The next day there were twelve pills.Can't focus, can't remember very well.Daily goal at group therapy clean yourself well.You will have more friends if you don't smell.12 pills a day... doing the thorazine shuffle.Waiting on their Hero's grave.