Never Coming Home

The year 1996 the war is not over for me and alot of veterans of that war
who still suffer from PTSD. Though I am in therapy and seem tos ense lose of my youth
I have someplace to turn and give back what was taken from me.
To all of my fellow VietNam verterans Welcome HOME, though you were discraced by 
your conutry upon returning home, may you be at peace. I view the photo's in order to
realized that I too was a very small part of that political war, it helps me
to never forget my commrades who lost their lives fighting for what htey personally believed in.
After all of this time, I still feel great emotional suffering and sit here at my computer
writing about my experiences and the experiences of my fellow veterens. I am not writing a book, 
but a history to my nephews and nieces and their children about whaT I have and so many others have
faced in being part of a war. They will not feel our pain, but
they will here our stories and hopefully will never have to fight in a war like that,

I miss my friends who still lie there in VietNam, I hope someday to return when I am emotionally stable
enough to pay homage to the fallen and to ask forgiveness for being part ofthe great Amarican War Machine. I have
only in the last couple of years been able to talk about my experience as if they happened yesterday
with my realtives and some close acquaintences. Since my father passed away three and a half years agao,
the stress of the war has been getting ever so close to making me want to hide from
myself. It was not untill I realizied that I can still give back at the same time share my sorrow and suffering
with other VietNam veterans in hope that we can go on living without the great pain
we bare in our lives. My fallen Commrades are never coming home,but I shall make it my duty as a soldier to never
forget them unitl my death.

In Gassho,

Richard L. Wooster II
Shaku Shin Kai
NAMU AMIDA BUTSU