1975, the war in Vietnam was finally over. Some were lucky and could go home but many weren’t that fortunate and were killed. I, John Black, am one of the lucky ones, I got to go home. Physically I am fine but my emotional scars are much bigger. The things I saw… They will be …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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