Schubert, one of the strangest experiences I've ever had is related to Vietnam.
This was at a New Years Eve party, 68 or 69, and a fellow sitting across from me struck up a conversation. He was about 24, well dressed, soft spoken, good looking, had a soft smile on his face. As he spoke, I began to look into his eyes, and shivers went all through my body. That's when I began to talk to myself; "It's early, I haven't had anything to drink yet, I just looked into that guys eyes and my blood froze."
There was nothing outwardly intimidating about this person, but when I looked into his eyes again, the same thing happened all over again; it was like looking at the face of death.
After I discovered he was just back from Vietnam, I put two and two together; the eyes are the window to the soul, there was no telling what he had experienced in Nam, and it was still with him. I've never been to Nam, and I know a lot more about it than I would ever want to talk about, that guy experienced more than anyone would ever want to talk about.