First Love: High school sweethearts and the daughter they gave up decades ago find their lives intertwined once more.

On the banks of a creek near the Laotian border, Kevin Carroll packed the gaping wounds slashed across his body with mud, lay down and began to argue with God.

"You're supposed to be a fair God," he railed. This — untimely and almost certain death at the age of 18 — wasn't fair.

It was 1969. He had been in Vietnam for 10 months. On his seventh day in the country, he saw a woman drop hand grenades on his two best friends. Every day since, he had learned to hate a little more. Even the slightest recognition of humanity — his own or anyone else's — could interfere with his work. Kevin's job was to get information, to find out where the Viet Cong were located, and to kill them. And the young Marine from Washington was very good at his job.

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David Nakamura 08 Sep, 2011

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