Vietnam Well, this is it. Today I leave my home in Greensville, Maine for Vietnam. I am going to fight for my country. I am only nineteen years old and I know very little about the war. For better or worse I was drafted early last week. The week had started out normal, and my life seemed perfect. My girlfriend Abbey and I had been together for almost two years, and I had recently gotten a new job at a local car repair shop. I was also saving up to attend college next fall. One night when I came home I was surprised to find my mother on our couch crying next to my father. She soon told me that she had found I that I was drafted and was going to leave for V