“When it gets loud here — so loud my thoughts seem muted, it is your face which rises to my mind. Your smile that gives me the courage to stand where worlds collide, to run when bullets fly. You are my strength when I have none left. Your memory keeps my gaze afloat when weariness begs my eyes to close.” WarRomanceFightingFearVietnam Book:From Saigon, With Love Source: From Saigon, With Love