This is a true story, as given by the inspiration of events that I experienced in my life. I was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, of African American parents, and lived most of my childhood days in the military with my dad and mom. My dad was an officer in the army, and we traveled a lot when I was younger. Growing up with my father was hard sometimes, because he had a drinking prob- lem. Fighting in the Vietnam War had a major effect on him, and it caused him to have all kinds of bad thoughts about the war. He would have flashbacks of fighting in the war. My father once told my mother that during the fighting, they had to kill many Vietnamese, and some of them were women and children. The North Vietnamese military would use them to enter the camps with bombs on them to blow up the American camps, so our soldiers had to kill them.