During the Viet Nam War, I agonized – as did many of my generation – about how to be supportive of the men and women who served in the military and remain personally, bitterly opposed to the war. Everyone from age group remembers how this conflict tore the US apart for many years.
I grew up in a working class town so many of the boys with whom I went to school were drafted. My father had been drafted in WW2. My dad came back. His best friend did not. So, so many others did not return. My father never complained about having served but he never wanted to talk about the war; it wasn’t glamorous or adventurous. He was glad to be home.
I continue to hate most of the conflicts we engage in but I admire the soldiers who serve. Thank you.