The last of my six published books that I’ll write about here is Coming to Terms, a collection of ten short stories. Only one of them is about Vietnam. All of them are about, as the Foreword says, “men and women confronted with pain as a consequence of love and hate, goodness and evil.” As is typical of my writing, the stories tell of events that really did happen; once again I have engaged in fiction in name only. These are all sets of events I stumbled across during my life as a husband, father, soldier, and caregiver for the dying.
In preparing this post, I flipped through a copy of Coming to Terms and read fragments. The stories and the predicaments of the characters to this day still bring tears to my eyes. I wrote about people I care deeply about.