Denny Sedlack describes his journey of over 50 years to come home from war. His insights as a Corpsman in combat, and then as a physical therapist, counselor, father, grandfather and now, artist may surprise you.
About Denny
Dai La Pass, I Corps Vietnam, Sept. 1968 We are out of the bush conducting a memorial ceremony. The Battalion Commander, Executive Officer, Chaplain, and Capt. Fricker each stepped forward to speak of the Marines killed. They are speaking in platitudes. The standard story lines about nobility of service and sacrifice. The hero stuff. But what I just saw in the bush did not validate what the officers are saying. I am a Hospital Corpsman. My job is to preserve life and limb. But if we want to preserve life and limb why are we sending men into wars of choice? We were not fighting to win this war. We’re fighting just to be in this war. I am in this formation standing at attention just like all others in the formation. My mind is screaming what bull shit. I lift my eyes and look up to the sky to scream a deadly silent scream. “GOD, I don’t like your rules, I don’t like your game, I will never love again.
