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.
Upon my return to Salt Lake City, I would sometimes stand on a corner of 200 South and Main Street and watch the people go by. Downtown was very busy then, and there were lots of people to observe.
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.