Crossposted from Town Called Dobson & My Left Wing
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Maybe I’m a wuss, but every time I think about the Vietnam Memorial I cry. When looking at references photos for the wall, I cried. When I visit, I cry.
I was born in 1963, never knew anyone who died in the conflict, never had a close family member go to Vietnam, but I have met many many vets and one was a very influential employer during my youth. And yet I weep.
And the Gulf of Tonkin Incident was 43 years ago.
What will our children be doing on September 11th, 2044?
