"Land of Childhood's Fears"

- Autographed Hardcover Book

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You are looking at the highly-acclaimed book on the Vietnam War - Over 500 pages of hard-hitting stories about one man's experience in the controversial war in Vietnam. This book is PRIVATELY PUBLISHED, and is available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other booksellers. What we are offering you here is the HARDCOVER / SPECIAL EDITION of this book, which is individually autographed by the author. This book has been the subject of syndicated radio talk shows on Radio Liberty and the Genesis Network over a dozen times since the book was first published in mid-2005.

The covers are striking black & white photographs taken by the author, who volunteered for humanitarian missions in the South Vietnamese "back-country". Some of the stories are sad, some are terrifying, and some are shocking. The book has a wonderful chapter of original poetry written by the author (The poem from which the book takes its title is reproduced below). This SPECIAL EDITION is NOT AVAILABLE IN STORES, and has added sections on the 9-11 attacks and a new twist on the JFK assassination.... who did it, exactly how it was done, what weapon was used, and how it was all covered up. Doctor Stan Monteith of Radio Liberty was so impressed with this book, he invited the author as a guest on his radio program several times, and the interviews can be downloaded FREE from the author's Web site at:

www.Net4TruthUSA.com/radioprograms.htm

With the war in the Middle-East running a close - almost parallel course - to the war in Vietnam, every American needs to have a copy of this book. This SPECIAL EDITION, AUTOGRAPHED COPY makes a wonderful gift to a soldier fighting in this current fiasco.

Foreword by: 
Dr. Stan Monteith of Radio Liberty

        I've read dozens of books about Vietnam - the reason for the conflict, the impact of the war on American society, and the impact of the war on the men who fought there.  David Todeschini's book, Land of Childhood's Fears, provides information you won't find discussed elsewhere. David was sent to Vietnam, and thrust into a war he didn't understand, when he was 19 years old.  His discussion of Operation Phoenix is revealing; his information on Agent Orange is disheartening; his assessment of the massacres that took place at My Lai and My Khe are distressing; his revelation about the CIA's involvement in drugs is discouraging, but all must be addressed. You will never look at these, and many other issues, in the same way after you read this book; it is a powerful portrayal of the emotional impact the war had on an American soldier. The conflict brought out wonderful traits in some men, inhumanity in others.  Some of our soldiers committed atrocities, most of them were concerned about the plight of the Vietnamese people, and the 3 million Vietnamese who perished during the war.  This is a story of horror and hedonism, depravity and indifference, courage and compassion, humanity and  heroism. The author tries to explain the paradox; he answers some questions and raises others.

        I recommend this book with two reservations; I cannot accept David's view of Scientology, and I don't believe we can solve our problems by taking up arms, because we are  involved in a spiritual battle for the souls of men. The author addresses that subject, and recommends a solution. This book will change your view of Vietnam, and help you understand why we are fighting in Iraq.   

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REFLECTIONS
From the book: "Land of Childhood's Fears"

Copyright 1999, 2005 - David Todeschini - all rights reserved
        You can read more of the author's poetry on

International War Veterans Poetry Archives

In the days of my youth long past,
With my hand over my heart,
And with the innocence of tender years,
I pledged allegiance and played the part.

A few more years of those days went by,
And as I listened to the NEWS,
I learned of a place called Vietnam,
And that young men went there to die.

Later on, as I grew older,
And more a man for those eighteen years,
I went to fight for Freedom’s calling
In the Land of Childhood’s Fears.

But in the middle of that long battle,
I found the war could not be won,
So I turned the ramparts inward,
And sang the songs of peace and love.

And as much as I tried to fight it;
And as badly as I longed to win,
The drugs of Southeast Asia
Had caused the best of us to sin.

And of course there were the children,
Who by destiny were born
In this land of mystic beauty,
That which by the war, was torn.

If it wasn’t for the killing fields,
And the air-strike that went wrong,
I would not have felt the pangs of guilt,
And wouldn’t do what I had done.

And the memories of my youth long past;
The sweet kisses I used to steal,
Mixed with Napalm, bombs, and love’s sweet charms,
And now I don’t know what to feel.

The most tragic sight of a soldier’s sorrow
Were shiny boxes loaded on the plane;
C-130’s full of death’s grim cargo,
Taking home those who died in vain.

Amid the bullets, bombs, and battles;
Among the flowers and the stars,
Children frolicked in the rain-soaked streets,
And sold their bodies in the Saigon bars.

And amid this tragic sorrow,
There was a day beyond compare;
A sweet little angel stole my heart,
And wiped the chocolate in her hair.

My beloved country made me angry,
And Vietnam had made me sad,
The Homeland I was defending
Had turned its back on me and dad.

I tried to be a Christian, first;
An American, most of all,
But my country had eaten Eden’s apple,
And was destined for the fall.

Many of us had burned their draft cards,
Our civil rights, there were but few,
We sang of peace and love, and played Rock n’ Roll;
There was little else that we could do.

And when the Kent State protest gathered,
The National Guard was called out, too.
And the bullets that killed the four of them
Were also aimed at me and you.

The entire country mourned the lives
Of the students who had died;
In Vietnam, and on Kent’s front lawn,
With the tears their mothers cried!

The whole country rose to anger,
And the anger turned to rage
When NEWS of the My Lai massacre,
Made the New York Times’ front page.

With little hope of negotiation,
And a purpose quite unknown,
We had fought ten years, and cried the tears,
And came home in disgrace, alone.

And it took another decade, still
For the country to hear their call;
To respect the dead, and make amends,
And put their names up on the wall.

The war there has long-since ended,
But some of us are suff’ring, still;
I remember in my dreams
The silent screams,
And I guess I always will.

And I pray the world has learned a lesson,
By the pain and the lives we lost;
That war ain’t worth the trouble,
And the untold human cost.

And America can be reminded
On that one special Veteran’s Day,
Of the price we paid for freedom,
And for those of us, to pray.

“.... And he shall wipe away every tear from their eyes; and death shall be no more; neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain, any more: the first things are passed away.                  -Revelation 21:4 (KJV)