How do you tell someone what its like to kill a man hand to hand run a bayonet through his guts or shoot a sniper in the face who turns out to be a woman? How do you explain the nine-year-old boy who throws a grenade & kills your best friend? How do you tell them what its like? Or about the sunsets on the mountains or the green of Viet Nam or the sounds & the smells & the people & the girl who cant even say your name but you know you love her. There was nothing any of them could say. So most of them rode home in silence. For seven years Paxton Andrews would write an acclaimed newspaper column for Americans from the front before finally returning to the States & then attending the Paris peace talks. But for her & for the men who fought in Viet Nam life would never be the same again.