Mike Malloy was like so many of our young men, all searching for their place in life. The Vietnam War put Mike on a road he didn't want and couldn't handle. The battle field is one hell of a place for a young man to grow up, but you grow up fast or not at all. In war people are killed, most of them intentionally, but some get killed by carelessness or by accidents that can't be controlled. The killing of an old man put Mike on a road his mind couldn't cope with, driving him into the depths of depression and loneliness. This is his story:
