A very odd thing happened to me. Soon after I got back from Vietnam, I saw a little movie called A Long Day’s Dying and found it unbearably relevant to my own war experience. I saw it at the drive-in with a girl named Jenny Frend, who went into a  panic attack, apparently because she was reading me into the film. Her terror got to me and I had to leave too. I have seen the film since—a WW2 commando piece that isn’t relevant at all. I read the book, by Alan White, and found no horrors whatsoever. It was a purely emotional effect that haunts me to this day. She was terrified on my behalf and I caught her terror. The real war never scared me half as much as that moment.