The Fourth of July is a very important day for me. It is the day that I returned from Vietnam after serving 12 months in-country with the U.S. Army during 1967-68. Historians tell us that these were some of the most tumultuous years in our history.
I often wondered if these Americans knew what was going on in Vietnam in their name, or even cared as they lived their lives in peace. I feel the same 50 years later when I experience the anguish caused by politicians, ongoing wars, corruption and hatred. Does anyone else care?
2018 is very much like 1968, but I am glad that I went to Vietnam.