All the wrong people remember Vietnam. I think all the people who remember it should forget it, and all the people who forgot it should remember it.

We came to fear something more complicated than death, an annihilation less final but more complete, and we got out. Becausewe all knew that if you stayed too long you became one of those poor bastards who had to have a war on all the time, and where was that?

Every time I had a vision of myself lying dead somewhere, it was up there, in the Highlands.

All the wrong people remember Vietnam. I think all the people who remember it should forget it, and all the people who forgot it should remember it.

You can still see the shadow from when the Zeppelin floated over America; it took like Islam in the desert . . .

Vietnam was what we had instead of happy childhoods.

If war was hell and only hell and there were no other colors in the palate I don't think people would continue to make war.