But we veterans knew what was really happening and knew the American public was not being told the truth. A day does not go by that I am not reminded about Viet-Nam. This last Good Friday, the day I returned home, my wife makes a special effort to be thankful and remind me that I have been so richly blessed. I cannot watch war movies without being afraid all over again. The slap, slap sound of a chopper always causes me to turn my head and think of the dead and wounded.
War is such a waste seen now from the perspective of age and the experience.
The young are idealistic and macho, and have no fear of death. We elders can always rely on the young to fight, but we elders who know must always raise a voice of caution and warning. I am so fortunate to have survived my experience. I really know what it means to be thankful. I would love to know.