When I was in high school there was a course called “Vietnam.” It was a class devoted to the history of the conflict and its effect on our nation. Guest speakers, all veterans of Vietnam, visited the class regularly to retell their war experiences. It afforded students the opportunity to learn things that weren’t in the textbooks, but it especially enabled them to form a complex human connection to a group of people often marginalized, even vilified, by history and the popular media.
They are military veterans, most of them living lives in limbo, torn by war. They don’t have much. But they do have the Comfort House. This is Times staffer Jenny Swigoda’s story and photo essay.