Creative Prose

When I came home from the war, when once again being a part of the civilian world confused and frustrated me, I wrote. I used it to tell others where I had been and what I had been doing, and what this very small minority of Americans had been doing on their behalf. But mostly I did it for myself. Writing helped me make sense of who I had been and who I had become. Putting words to paper gave purchase to the fragments and shards of emotions and ideas scattered in my mind. And writing about these experiences—both my own and others'—has kept me connected to fellow members of this tribe.