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Show Sfl he had never done before. He lifted me to my f e e t . "Tell me, daughter, what i s i t ." I blurted i t out, sobbing, told him everything including my fear that Brian had used drugs and was g u i l t y . I told him I had tried everything humanly p o s s i b l e , believing i t was enough to do all I could do, that I could bring him back by myself. But it wasn't enough, wasn't enough. And now I was helpless. "What can I do, Daddy?" I sobbed against his shoulder. "We will ask the Lord for His help". Stop crying, darling. We w i l l bring him home." Next morning, I v i s i t e d a medical doctor, a friend of my father. He examined me quickly.- then asked me into his office. "Your husband i s in Vietnam?" I nodded. I told him about the legal hold, about the drug charge, about the t r i a l that refused to t r a n s p i r e. He scribbled a p r e s c r i p t i o n . "Satan's war," he muttered. "Death everywhere. . . t h e cream of our youth sacrificed. . .our leaders involved. . . c i v i l i a n s , women and children . . . a l l for the Almighty Dollar. We'll bring him home. With the Lord's help." He handed me the form. "Take these three times a day- You realize, of course, that you are on the verge of a nervous breakdown." I nodded, believing him. " I ' l l notify the Red Cross that he must be flown home immediately, on emergency leave. The Red Gross sent the telegram to Quang Tri the next day, the same day that Brian, responding to some prompting of |