Chapter Eight
When sleep finally overpowered Chap, it was shallow and haunted by dreams that came to him in a bizarre sideshow peppered with images of war and the faces of dying soldiers. When he woke, he had no recollection of exactly when during the long, restless night it happened, but he made a decision. Despite the bad dreams and the unwelcome, unheralded memories, it was a decision which came more easily and with more clarity than he might have expected. As he lay in his bed, staring through the dim light at the ceiling and listening to the rain drumming on the roof outside, his mind drifted again to those chaotic days so long ago.
No one knew the extent of his experiences in Vietnam. It was something he never discussed with anyone, not even his ex-wife with whom, in the early year
