To Leslie Nazereth. Perhaps that feeling that you have read a work of fantasy might be tempered by having large calibre rounds go wizzing by your head so close that you could feel the heat? State of perception? With respect I would ask how did you miss the core element here? Read it less as an intellectual and more so as one who is lucky enough to have not experienced the horrors of war. Mr. Hilderbrandt's perception is born of that instant when clarity is revealed in such a way as to prevent one from ever returning to that other perception colored by our enculteration.
For those who have had the honor of knowing Mr. Hilderbrandt, I can only say that it has been a priviledge to call him a friend. His insight and gentle nature have been an inspiration to me and to many others who find this world a much less compassionate place than we would wish. I encourage Eugene to continue to write as he has a rare gift that is muchly needed. My hat is off to you Eugene and always will be.
On Aug 28, 2012 john wrote on One February Morning in Vietnam, by Eugene Hilderbrandt: