Lotta them dudes came back from 'Nam royally fucked up in the head. There was a cat that lived with his family next door to my grandmother up north that was royally fucked up in the head from Vietnam. Mans would leave the house carrying an empty 40 like it was a rifle and making machine gun noises while he walked back and forth up and down the street. On rare days he would seem ok, then the next time you see him he's back in the war acting out whatever it was that happened while he was over there.
