It was a time when women were still expected to be on the dock waiting for you when you returned from the war. The men would hug them and then try to explain to them what it was like to be trapped in a world they didn't understand, to fight a war without a goal. They understood from day one that women would not understand their problems; nightmares. Women were as much in men's minds as in reality. They had to think of this girl from home, of the wife they would have, because it gave them hope of a life beyond war and bloodshed. Women gave a reason to go to war, a reason to return from war, and, oddly enough, a reason to want to return. Men lived in a fraternity of life, and without women for so long, they began to rely on themselves and no longer had the needs provided to them by women. They wanted to play in the jungle with their friends, but this time without weapons. They missed the life they spent together eating rations and exchanging stories. When they returned home, they were veterans, like the old men of the world wars. If they stayed, they remained heroes, warriors and victims. They still loved the women of the house deeply, because they