Veterans Day: I still see their eyes. Anybody else have this problem?

I have one particular memory that is as vivid as if it were yesterday,two soldiers laying face down about six feet apart,one an American from one of our sister companies,the other an NVA soldier from one of the regiments we had been fighting on and off for the past few days,they both died doing their duty for their repective Countries,every time I visit the Wall I pay my respects to that unknown to me American Soldier.

SPC Phil Norton - Yes . . . and more. Warmest Regards, Sandy

I have lost brothers but not in bsttle, but still that doesn't quite regidter.

I see the eyes of whom I couldn't save, but the eyes that haunt me the most are the eyes of a man I had to kill. It was face to face with a bayonet, as a medic I wasn't really trained for that kind of killing. The look of pure horror in his eyes as I cut deep across his gut severing the aortic artery. I can smell the stench of his bowels spilling out, but his eyes that fear as if you were the Devil himself. Everyone has to ask the question can I take life. I knew I could shoot someone, but I never knew I could be so brutal. I guess my medical training helped me to dispatch him quickly. And it never happened because after all it was a peace keeping mission. I don't even know why the target had to be extracted. All I can say is that some conspiracy theories are not theories at all.

I struggle to see the face of God in veterans and soldiers, but I do see a bit of myself in them and i hope they see a bit of themselves in me as I work for Veterans For Peace and Pax Christi USA.

Not only the eyes, but also their faces.

interesting...