Vietnam Sons: For some, the war never ended

The man raises redbone bloodhounds. He lives in a backwoods mobile home, alone, save for the awful memories of Vietnam. He cradled dying men, bagged bodies of fellow Marines, killed with vigor and was wounded three times. Most of these horrors have faded to shadows. One, his belief that he was responsible for a friend's death, seems indelible. The elderly couple are in their 80s now, their children long grown and dispersed. Their dead son, their second oldest, a victim of Vietnam, is never ...