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HOME The family is very excited happy to see me come home they know I have changed, but they have changed as well. Their eyes are worried wary, their expressions oddly strained here the uncertainty lingers, behind their welcoming smiles. Their war plays on TV nightly they want life to be as it was they want to see their other son the familiar son who left home. Those who already came home had no chance to be successful; the growing war protest attitude have made jobs impossible to find. Home coming joy fades quickly, reclaiming my place not possible, most people avoid the stain of contact; many others remain openly hostile Survival means staying invisible all that has happened locked in, no one from home willing to talk, childhood friends now turn away. The painful memories come by day, but the pain is worse at night, agony grows beyond endurance and continues to grow relentlessly. This hidden hurt happens in silence the mind tortured ready to break; home the new Hell replacing Vietnam, home will never be home, never again.