Author's Note: My brothers and sisters, War is something old men of all nationalities foist upon their young. It is the young who fight the battles, bear the injuries, and either die at the feet of the altar of war before the gods of war, or live forever changed, their values forever changed, forever lost, forever wondering why?

But what of the little children caught betwixt and between? For them there is no escape! They have no choice, but to quiver to-and-fro in the winds of cruel war, swaying like a reed in the maelstrom! Were they just inconveniently born in the wrong place at the wrong time, doomed to follow the winds of war wherever it may blow, however it may alter their innocent lives?

And what will become of them when they grow older, and because of lessons learned in youth, they become the ones sending another generation to war...

About Author... In 1966-67, Gary Jacobson served with B Co 2nd/7th 1st Air Cavalry in Vietnam as a combat infantryman and is the recipient of the Purple Heart.

Gary, who resides in Idaho writes stories he hopes are never forgotten, perhaps compelled by a Vietnamese legend that says, "All poets are full of silver threads that rise inside them as the moon grows large." So Gary says he writes because "It is that these silver threads are words poking at me � I must let them out. I must! I write for my brothers who cannot bear to talk of what they've seen and to educate those who haven't the foggiest idea about the effect that the horrors of war have on boys-next-door."

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